Between Us: A Spelivia Love Story

Chapter Five: Nothing to Lose

Spencer James

"The hell goin' on?" Spencer noticed an active scene as he drove down 60th street. He parked his vehicle across the street from the large crowd and immediately hopped out. 

Spencer knew some bullshit was about to unfold. Though he'd rather be back at Simply Wholesome with Olivia, the set called him for a reason. 

"Yo, Jay!" Spencer called out as he approached the scene. "What the hell happened?" Spencer questioned, eyeing the chaotic scene in front of him.

"You, nigga! Yo stupid ass!" Jay took a step toward Spencer, his face contorted with rage. "Them niggas shot my crib up! Where I lay my head, where my son lay his head! This yo fault!" Jay pushed Spencer, causing him to tumble backward. 

Spencer's heart rate increased, shocked by his friend's actions.

"Nah, nigga! It ain't all my fault! You-you was out there wit' me!" Spencer stoked in anger and pushed him back. 

"If you wasn't my nigga, I'd lay you out right now, on hood!" Jay stepped toward Spencer, putting his finger in Spencer's chest. Spencer felt his stomach dropped hearing his friend's words. "I'on know what you did to them niggas, but it's deeper than Fox Hills!" Jay shouted.

"Them niggas shootin' yo shit up ain't got shit to do wit' me! You blamin' me for shit and you supposed to have my back!" Spencer said as he attempted to fight the rage he'd been feeling.

"And look where that got me!" Jay pointed at the bullet holes in his home.

"So you don't bang sixties?" Spencer chuckled in disbelief. "Or is that only when it's convenient to sell yo trash ass music?" Spencer questioned.  

"The fuck you just say?" Jay stepped toward Spencer again, his eyes filled with anger. "You stay talkin' slick! That mouth of yours is prolly why yo moms got popped!" Jay spat.

Spencer's fist swiftly connected to Jay's right jaw, sending him straight to the ground. Spencer stood above him, cursing as he sent repeated blows to Jay's head. Spencer felt a variety of hands pull him off of Jay.

"Yo, Jay! You real lucky!" Spencer chuckled as he pointed at Jay. "Get off of me!" He yelled at the men holding him. 

Jay stood on his feet, wiping the dripping blood from his nose with his arm. He started to charge at Spencer, but was blocked by their homeboys.

"The fuck are y'all doin?!" one of their friends questioned the two. "We need to be bussin' back at them niggas, not fightin' each other!" the man yelled at his two friends.

"Nah, fuck all y'all! I'm out!" Spencer expressed as he turned away from everyone.

"Them niggas comin' after you next! You need to lay low!" Jay shouted at Spencer, but Spencer kept walking. "And it's in yo best interest to not come 'round here!" He warned.

Spencer ignored him and kept walking toward his car. He hopped in his vehicle and sped off of 60th street.

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"Please be home.." Spencer hoped as he found himself in front of a familiar home. He skipped up the steps on the porch and urgently knocked on the front door. He heard the sound of feet, seconds after he knocked.