KARMA (August Alsina)

Mixed Emotions{11}

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August POV

I woke up ta' banging ona' front do'. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time and it read 10:42 am. When I got up ta' open tha do', Cash was standing thea' so I left the door open and sat back down.

He walked in slowly and sat ona' couch across from me staring.

"What it do?" I greeted him.

"How long you been up?" He looked confused.

"Just na'. You knocking ona' do' like you 5-0 and shìt. Shannon prolly gon come in hea' talking shit." I chuckled.

I got quiet once I seen his facial expression.

"You watch tha news?" He cleared his throat.

"Nigga I tol' you I just got up. Why?"

He stood up quickly and sped to the back towards me and Shannon's room.

"Nigga! The fuck you doing!?" I followed behind him.

He bussed in my room door and stared at the bed then put both hands on his head.

I looked at him confused then at my empty bed even more confused. When I saw tha look on his face it made nervous. Cash one of tha hardest niggas I know and tha look of sadness meant something serious was up.

"Cash! What's up man!!?" I yelled ina worried tone.

"She gone man."

"What?" I asked.

He grabbed the remote off the bed and flipped through the channels until he landed on the news. I stared at the TV screen and a picture of Shannon's face flashed across the screen.

"Bruh, its all over tha news. Every channel."

The headline read Pregnant Woman is one of the many victims in homicide case.

I stared dazed listening to the reporter as she stood in front of Escobar's house.

"24 year old Shannon Gutierrez was found dead at the scene suffering from multiple gunshot wounds along side her father Escobar Gutierrez. Police also discovered 4 dead bodies in the garage. Detectives suspect that this was a robbery gone bad. Shannon Gutierrez was six months pregnant and unfortunately the baby did not survive. Jamie Cooke reporting live from News 2. Back to you Nancy"

I stood thea' ina state of shock, unable to move. Gutierrez? Shannon? Shannon Gutierrez? My seed? It was all too much fa' me ta' take in. I couldn't feel anything and I was numb.

I wanted to run, scream and murk a nigga all at once; but my body wouldn't let me do it. The Shannon I knew was Shannon Aiko and she was ina' bed before I left last night.

My mind raced and I had so many thoughts in my head. I looked back at Cash who had a look of remorse on his face.

"My nigga, you ride, I ride. I'm right chea' witchu'. But let's make sure we do this shit right." He said.

*2 weeks later*

I sat ina' living room ona couch drinking a fifth of Hennessey in one hand and smoking a blunt ina' other.

The last 2 weeks fa' me consisted of gettin' fucked up and sleeping. I did anything to avoid the reality of my situation and numb my pain.

I wasn't myself. The nigga I knew myself ta' be would've been outchea' in these streets finding the muh'fuckas that took my girl and my seed away from me.

I'an know what ta' do. I do know this tho'; Shannon rode fa' a nigga and I know that was my baby she carried. She was thea' fa' me through everything hand and foot and fa' that I owe it to ha' to get tha' nigga's head that pulled tha' trigga.

I took one more swig of the Hennessey before pouring it out ona' floor.

"This to you baybeh." I slurred out loud.

I picked up the phone ta' call my right hand.

"Helluh?"

"Let's get it poppin'." I responded.

"You already kno'. I'm on my way."

I'm glad I got that out the way. Now the good stuff getting ready to start happening.

How would y'all feel if y'all didn't really know the person you slept with at night and something like this happened.? Mixed emotions right?

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