What A Life

Chapter Three -

I was waiting for Kelsey. It was past 9 and she still wasn't here. But the question I keep asking myself is why am I trying to be with someone who doesn't want me. I had told all my boys get the fuck out, cleaned up a little. For someone with only street smarts I put in hell of a effort.

I stood up from the black, leather couch and looked at my phone. It was 10 and I gave up. If she didn't want me it's nothing I could do.

I went outside and got in my truck, I could find a lil Something to get in for the time being. I was driving by when I saw a thick, light skin chick with obvious fake blond hair, she reminded me of someone, her clothes were to small and tight. I hated girls like that, especially with weave, I can't jiggy with that shit. {A/N : LMFAO} But the thing that had my eyes glued to her was that she was covered in blood and crying, I couldn't hear her but it sounded like she was crying. I pulled over next to the small corner store. I wasn't a superman, but I could try to help.

I went into the small place where she was between the corner store and a abandoned, wooden house. Where she was crouched over a small body, which I soon recognized as Kelsey who was knocked out cold with blood all over her white shirt.

The first thing I did was run to her and put pressure on the wound. I had killed and helped my boys who were in this situation multiple times, so I knew what to do.

"What happened?" I asked the girl with the blond weave who was crying hard.

"I called her to help me with my boyfriend, he was mad and i needed her to pick me up, he was dangerous when he was mad and she got into an fight with him and threatened to call the cops, he shot her!" She managed to say through her sniffles and cries.

I hurriedly picked her up, the blonde chick right behind me. I got them in the car and speed to the hospital. This was Detroit, the cops were never out here.

As soon as we got her to the hospital, I carefully picked her up bride style... God, help me.