BESTFRIENDS

Choices

James P.O.V

I weeped silently as the policemen carried me to the car. “I can't breathe." I panted through the bars on the backseat. “Yeah we've heard it all before." The officers said demanding that I Shut the Hell Up. I inhaled a long breath, wishing my condition was fake like they thought it was, but I really couldn't breathe. One minute I was in handcuffs on the back seat then the next I was laying on the couch wheezing and twitching. “Bit its me, breathe in slow." I needed something heavier than my inhaler so they hooked up my breathing machine into the wall and strapped the mask over my face. I started to cough and my mother asked, “Baby are you alright." I nodded as her cold hands rubbed against my frail skin. “Dont let them take me." I cried in a whisper. “I want." She revealed a small gun from her D cup bosoms. A thirty-two Caliber to be exact. It was pink and black. My eyes grew extremely big as she slowly turned around and shot the men down in slow motion like in an action movie. My mama a killer, what is the world coming too. “Here, Kill him." She looked at my father after tossing me the weapon. “No, you can't be serious." I handed it back. “Do it now.” Why everybody want me to kill people. I never wanted any part of this. I looked at my father and slowly rosed it to the tip of his head. “Gone Kill me. Aw yeah. Yo sweet ass really going to hell now. You think they make heavens for yo kind. Huh Fagg." He yelled. Im his son how could he say such hurtful things. He walked closer, thorns had risen from his head and his skin was cracked with a glimpse of fire glowing from each crack. I fired the bullets all at once. There was no more left and for some strange reason I was still firing. “Hes gone." Raheem said taking the gun from my hand. Im going crazy. His body was back the same. “I hate you." I dropped to the floor, yelling at the man who was once my father, as he laid lifeless.

Raheem P.O.V

I tried going to sleep but I couldnt take my mind off Bit. I just decided to call Reina to see what she was doing until Austin bust through my door. “Some wrong with James." I tossed the phone on the bed and ran with him back to the room. “What's wrong with him." I asked. It look to me like he was sleeping peacefully until he murmured, “I hate you." I shrugged him out his sleep and he opened his eyes still screaming those words as tears streamed down his face. “Its Alright." I held him tight and he pulled on to me even firmer. His phone started to ring and he shuddered away. “Who is that." He asked Austin. “Its Cutie." He said tossing him the phone. Bit jumped up and took the phone. I wasn't about to stick around to hear him talk with this nigga so I bounced. As soon as I touched the door somebody knocked on it. “Dont open it." James ran over and blocked me from getting out. “Whats up with you. Move." I tried to move him slightly to left. “No, this some final destination shit." He whispered. “What." Both me and Austin looked confused at him.

James P.O.V

I knew it was all happening for real this time and I didnt wanna be visible when it went down. “They trying to take me to jail." I whispered as my phone steady rung and the knock on the door became louder. “Watch out. You not going to jail." Raheem pushed me and I stood back inhaling my medicine from the  pump as he opened it. “Reina." Raheem called out. I looked up and my mother and father were standing at the door with her ass. “I think we have something to discuss. Don't you think?" My father asked as my mother eyed him disappointingly. “What you doing here." He asked her while ignoring our father. “You invited me, duhh." She winked twice. Like what the hell did that mean. “Really." I laughed. Raheem looked back at me and shook his head. “Bit." He reached out. “No you don't have to explain nothing to me, you got what you wanted I see." He sighed and took a step closer and I did the opposite. “No I don't." He said reaching for my hand and I backed away. “Just go, already." I wish he would stop trying to make something that was now impossible to make work ever happen again. Its over. “I think your brother is right." My father nodded. Did he just read my mind or he replying to him. This freaking me out. I scoffed and rolled my eyes as they walked off. I was a tad bit mad but at least it wasn't the police this time, and I guess I'll call Cutie back.