Naamah.

23.

Dayvon Daquan "King Von" Bennett

Houston, TX.

5:54 a.m.

Von coughed feeling his body in utter pain, he slowly lifted his head as the smell of gas begin to seep into his nostrils, he looked around seeing Durk passed out with head against the roof of the car which was now compressed to the ground, Booka was laying back in his seat with his hands relaxed having his fingertips reaching the roof. Von eyes scanned the truck not seeing Naamah in sight. "Naa," he called out coughing more as he begin to move he felt a sharp pain in his side.

"NAAMAH," he started to holler awaking Durk and Booka from their passing.

Durk unhinged his seatbelt causing him to fall from hanging upside down, he unhinged Booka's also having him groan in pain as his forehead met the roof. Durk slowly crawled back seeing Von becoming restless, "hey hey chill out bro, you good.."

Von winced once again as he tried to get up the pain inflicting his side became excruciating.

Durk slowly lifted up his shirt and exposed a large piece of glass stuck directly above Von's v-line, it was in their pretty deep. "Damn man," Durk mumbled unsure what to do next. He knew that if he pulled it out it was cause Dayvon to lose a rather large amount of blood, but he knew if he didn't pull it out he would be in too much pain to continue but by keeping it there it was putting pressure on the large cut, not causing any bleeding. So he decided to leave it there. "Wha-what?" Von questioned.

Von looked down seeing the large piece of glass sticking out of his side which caused his eyes to widen, it was the size of an extra large dorito.

"Oh shit, ta-take it out," he pleaded looking to Durk frantically.

Durk shook his head, "nigga if I take it out you gone bleed yourself to death, keepin' it in there keepin' you alive but imma break it off in your skin so bare with me."

"You gone break it off in my skin? Take this shit out," he demanded reaching down grabbing the large piece of glass beginning to pull at it, having blood rush down out of the wound. There was no telling how deep it had penetrated so Durk quickly stopped him in the act, "stop!"

Von gritted his teeth together as sweat begin to form on his head from pain.

"We don't know how deep that shit is so chi-" Durk stopped mid sentence once the scent of gas greeted his nose, he now knew it was time for them to move along. Durk pried the door opened and crawled out of the car, he then reached inside wrapping his arms under Von's armpits beginning to pull him out. Von was whining and wincing the entire time his body moved. Durk raised of Von's sweater seeing the piece of glass was sticking out the other side of his back. "Oh shit man," Durk mumbled under his breath at the sight.

"What now nigga?" Von wondered trying to lay back but Durk quickly stopped him.

"The glass went through my nigga, it might just fall out on its own."

"What the fuck happened?" Booka asked as he finally removes himself from the truck and holds onto his aching head, he gathers his vision then sees the glass erecting from Von's side. "Well damn pull that shit out!"

Durk quickly shook his head, "we can't he gone bleed the fuck out, now come on we just gotta help him till then."

Booka walked over wrapping Von's arm around his neck and Durk does the same before counting to three so they can lift Von from the ground. "1.... 2... 3," suddenly they both lifted Von and he screamed out in agony but it fell on deaf ears. "Come on we gotta keep movin'," Durk insisted as they all three continued down the road but came to a halt once they realized they were now at a crossroad.

"Where's the hand?" Booka asked.

"I think Naa got it," Von replied before releasing a deep breath.

"So which way do we go?" Booka pondered looking around then his eyes fell to the dirt road, he palmed against a dark black liquid which looked rather familiar to him. He felt the consistency and then looked back at them, "keep straight," he said.

"How you know?" Durk asked.

"Ain't that thing blood black, the trail goin' that way so we go that way," Booka instructed.

"Nigga finally good for somethin'," Von chuckled then immediately clutches his side as the pain revisited his body.

"Let's keep movin'..."