Thug Besties

Chapter 13

Jaden's P.O.V.

I walked into my house and heard noise coming from upstairs, almost like pleading. I closed the front door quietly and checked my waist for my pistol. It was there so I took my time walking up the stairs so I couldn't be heard.

I walked into my sisters room and found her sitting up, crying. I ran in and picked her up.

"What's wrong?," I asked holding her.

"Someone's hurting mommy," she sniffled. I could still hear the cries of help. I put her down and made sure she didn't move.

"Stay here, okay? No matter what you hear, you stay in your room. Hide if you feel like you need to, okay?," I spoke to her sternly.

"Okay," she nodded her head.

I turned the lock on her door and closed it behind me as I walked out.

As I got closer to my mother's room, the screams got louder. I pressed my ear on her door and realized the screams were coming from her.

I slowly tried to turn the door knob but it was locked. Instead of trying to bust down the door, I stood back and used my gun to shoot off the door knob and pushed the door open, holding up my gun.

"What the fuck is going on?!," I watched as a man was forcing himself into my mother as she cried trying to push him off.

He turned around and asked "Who the fuck are you?"

"My nigga get the fuck off her! Now !," I held up my gun with my finger on the trigger.

"Not til you answer my question, who are yo-," I put a bullet through his side. He groaned in pain. I pulled him off my mother and and kicked him on the ground. I punched him over and over again. I wanted to kill him. As one blow came after the other, I noticed there were tears streaming down my face and I heard my mother in the background screaming, "Stop!"

I stood up and took a deep sigh. I turned around to look at my mother and saw all the bruises he left on her probably because she was fighting back. It made me so angry.

"Ma, who is he?," I asked.

"A guy I was seeing. I invited him over with intentions of just watching a movie but he took it way to far," she cried.

"How long you been seeing him?,"

"Just a few months," she held her head down.
I pulled out my gun and shot him in his chest once. But that's not how I wanted to kill him. I just wanted him to feel the pain I felt when I walked in.

I looked down at him as I wiped my tears and as the fresh memory of walking into the room and seeing him on top of my mother, my anger raised even more.

"Get out, mom," I said trying to spare her from the sight of what I was planning on doing to the nigga. My mother knew some of what I did but not the depth of it and I don't want her seeing what I actually am. What I do everyday. How I make my money. I would never let such a sight grace the eyes of my mother as long as I had something to do with it. "Mom step outside, please." I tried to get her out.

"What are you going to do?," she said with terror present in her eyes.

"I'mma make sure he never has the chance to hurt you again, mom." She nodded her head and walked out as if in defeat.

As soon as I heard the door shut, I kicked his head to the side and heard a crack almost and something shatter. I stepped on his neck, pushing down all my weight down onto my right foot I was using to crush his throat. I pressed down harder and harder, as I saw blood coming from all the openings of his head and his pleads and cries ceased. I eased my foot and stomp down in same spot against his throat to establish the body was lifeless.