"Hey mama" I said walking inside the house. "hey baby" she replied back. Today was Sunday and my mom being the person she is begged me to come to church with her. I don't do church because even though it say's in the bible "Do not judge, or you will too be judged" muthafuckas still think it's their place to tell someone about they life and what they do to make ends meet. But I'm a mama's boy so of course I couldn't say no, never could. Unless it was her telling me to stop what I'm doing regarding my business, which she hasn't brought up in a couple months suprisingly. "Ma, you ready" I said sitting on the couch ready for her to make her appearance. "you trynna fuck the pastor or sum" I said as she walked down the stairs.
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"Seven Mykel Hilton, watch how you talk to me" she said but then smiled afterwards. "nasty" I say laughing, getting off the couch.
Walking inside the church and of course everybody turned around and soon as they saw me you could tell from the looks they were giving that they didn't approve of me being here but I could care less. "you young people doing drugs, that ain't the way to live your life" the pastor said thinking he know shit. "like hell it ain't " I said causing a women in front of me to turn around and scowl at me. "fuck is you looking at" I said and she gasped. "seven" joyce gritted through her teeth. "sorry mama" I said slumping down in my chair.
"Mama j be on yo ass" micah said just as I got done telling him what transpired at and after church. "nah she need to be on them people ass...they don't know me" I said. Walking into my crib I tell micah to fire up while I go change. Truth is mama got on my ass after we left church grounds. Cursing me out while I just had to sit back and listen cause lord knows my mama don't play. That women is the only person I truly care for. Her being a single mother raising me into the man I am now. My mama never told me too much about my pops, but him not being there was all I needed to know to forever say fuck that nigga.
"Here" micah said for me to grab the blunt. I flop down next to him on the red couch. "yo I got head from this ugly bitch yesterday" micah said and they both busted out laughing. "I think her name alana or some shit" Micah said shrugging his shoulders. "you nasty man" I said giving him a disgusted look. "nigga it ain't like we fucked" He said. "I'm never even laying my eyes on no ugly shawty, you tripping" I said getting up to get something to drink. "what happened to you and that candy chick tho" I said yelling from the kitchen. "we text and shit but I haven't seen her since we was over there" he said which was about 2 weeks ago. "you trynna go to their club" micah said coming into the kitchen. "imma see after I take care of this business" I said. "alright imma fuck with you foo" He said as we dapped each other up before he left out the door.
Riding slowly down the street making my way to my location. Stopping a couple houses down. Waiting for him to make his presence known. Just then a black man with braids and all around known as the pretty boy came out his house about to make his way to his car. getting out my car I jog lightly, getting closer to his house being discret while doing it. Close enough, I pull out my black and silver beretta applying pressure to the trigger, sending 1 single bullet to the middle of his head.
Back at home. Walking through my door I go straight to the bathroom to get ready for tonight. Letting the scolding hot water cascade down my body. After an hour shower I make my way out to my bedroom which my bathroom is connected to. Throwing on a yellow beanie, a plain white T covered slightly with a yellow puffer vest, Red sweats/ joggers paired with shoes that had a handful of colors.
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Picking my ringing phone from of my bed, hitting the answer button when I seen that it was micah calling. "wasgood man" I said grabbing my necessities from the places I sat them. "where you at man" micah said through the phone. "nigga imma be there, damn" I said cause why the fuck is he rushing me. "yo shawty bout to come on" he said. "be there in 5" I said hanging up.
UPDATE!!!! courtesy of the wife...
And if you haven't figured it out by now...the title of this chapter is Seven initials.
