Escaping Hell

Truth Comes Out

Author:so I changed Keith's character to Mac Miller. Because it's hard to find thugged out pictures of Channing Tatum. So yeah sorry. Carry on

Keith POV

So shcool just ended and yo boy bout to go get his hustle on. Im walking to the trap with Messiah and this dude just walked up on us.

??-"aye o young blood, what you doing with this phoney, wanna be Emminem son of a bitch."

Messiah-aye chill bruh. Ion know you like that. ima need you to back off me and my boy. Dont run up on us like that."

??-"what lil white boy cant speak for himself. Tryna act all hard like he belong here. Get oouta here and go back to your rich people where you came from."

Me-"first of all you dont know where i came from, secondly i can speak for myself, you jut wont talking to me. You came up talking to my boy. Dont try and run up on me like im some punk.You dont scare me cuz. Now if you would get out my way, i got places to be."

with that i walk around him and continue my day. Like im used to that type of stuff, while most people atcept me others dont. I get a lot of disrespect cause im white, det over it. I grew up in the hood, struggling just like yall. We walk another 30 minutes and we get to the trap. I scan my fiinger on the doorbell. Boss dont play bout security. He got everything all high teck and ish. Like if your finger print not in the doorbell system you not getting in. The door opens and i give the gaurd a head nod. Me and Messiah go to our boss named Catch to get our product to sell.

Me-"hey boss, we need my work for the day."

Messiah-"Yeah me too, im tryna get some money. Could you give us extra to sell cause we tryna help out with the bills man."

i nod my head in agreement.

Catch-"yeah young blood. ima give yall extra but you better not take it for yourelves cause ima have to after yall. You get what im sayin? I know yall good boys with a good head on yall shoulders. I like yall so i would hate to do that. I respect yall hustle. Plusyall put in work. So here, yall go do yall thang. Im leaving at 2am so be back by then so i can get my money and pay yall."

Me- i take the dope "thanks boss.'

He dismisses us ad we go out to the streets and get to work. We work on opposite corners so if some godow with him i can back him up and the other way around. These druggies dont play, they crazy jump or kill a nigga over a dime bag. My stuff is selling fast, im almost done and its 8pm. I text Messiah to see if he was almost out, he looks over and gives me a slight head nod. I stand back on the wall and wait for my last customer with my haands in my pockets. I feel a sharp pain in my leg. I look and see some crack head stabbed me in my leg. I grab him by his throat and slam him to the ground. He pleads mercy and says he will pay me extra. I agree and tell him give me my money first. He gives it to me, i throw the crack on the ground then he punches me in the face and trys to go after the money. I grab the money and he punches me again. I get up and swing on him and nock him out. I wipe the blood from my mouth and kick him to the side. I turn around to see Messiah by my side.

Messiah-"you good dogg?"

Me-"Yeah man im straught. That crack head got some mean hands though. I hope mama not up when i get home, I know i got bruises. And they easy to see, times like these i wish i was black. mama gone kill me man. But shit, lets just go give Catch his money. Im done, i dont got no more to sell."

Messiah-"ight man, but your leg good? I saw him stab you."

Me-"Yeah for mow ima let the nurse at the trap check it out."

We walk back to the spot, well i limped. The nurse that Catch hired to look after us, cleaned and stiyched up my leg. It hurt like a bitch but i sucked it up. I gave boss his money, I made 6,540. And he gave me 3,000. Thats enough for the bills and more im too hype. I glad i sold that extra product for him. But ima keep 500 of that to myself and the rest for mama.