After my mother went back to sleep, I exit out of the house. I went back to Mickey's house. I slammed the door in rage.
"Yo! Where you been?" Mickey asked.
"We need to do this tonight!"
"Darryl, that might be a bad idea."
"Why is that?"
"We just left the hospital. Your grieving."
"Don't talk to me about grieving!"
"Darryl! Think about what your saying!"
"What the fuck Mickey?! You would've been down with this shit. Your getting soft on me?"
"Darryl i-"
"Y'know what! Fuck you! I'll do it myself."
I went in his bedroom & grabbed his gun from the top drawer. I exited from his place. I'm going to find this fucker myself.
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"OPEN THE DOOR, BIG MAMA!"
I banged on the door some more with the gun. I don't have the patience for this shit. Finally, she opened the door.
"Darryl! What the hell is wrong with you?"
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"Do you remember those strange ass niggas at that party last week?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Do they have brothers?"
"Yeah."
"Where do they live?"
"I-i don't know."
"Don't you lie to me!"
"I don't know, Darryl!"
"DAMMIT BIG MAMA, YOU BETTER THINK!"
"Aye! Remember that nigga we shot about an hour ago? Good news, he's dead! Some niggas in the parking garage took him to the emergency room. Dumb ass niggas" a female voice said.
Wait a minute, that voice sound oddly too familiar. "What was that?"
"Uh uh uh, nothing darryl!"
"Nah, I just heard something."
I pushed her out of the way & entered her crib. The female voice suddenly disappeared. I aimed my gun at big mama.
