He pointed it directly in my face." Give me all the work you got, right now! ", he demanded. I begin to cry softly, and reach in my jacket pocket to give him the dime bag. I handed him the bag. He then ran off to his car, when all of a sudden he fell. I looked over by Kayla and Travis noticing he was holding a gun pointed in that direction with a smoking barrel.
He shot him.
TRAVIS'S POV-
I don't know where these niggas get this idea they can just rob me and get away with it. I ran up to him and took the bag. " C'mon let's go", I told Lisa. She was just staring at the dude as he squel in pain. I shot him in the back, I wasn't trying to kill him. She stood there solid as a statue. I pick her up and ran towrds my car which was at my post on the side of the corner store.
Her friend obviously got the plan, I had to put her the car like she was a kid. Her friend sat in the passenger seat and she was in the back. I pulled off as quick as I could. For the next couple of minutes, I just drove around.
Kayla seemed calm, but her friend kept staring into space. " Hey... it could've been worst. He could've dead, or even worst he could've killed you." I said. It remained silent until Kayla turned on the radio.
Finally I dropped them off somewhere safe and where it's alot of people there. It's the same park. " Aight I'll see yall later. " I said as they got out the car.
They said bye, then Lisa came back and thanked me for saving her. She kissed me.
I know im seventeen and she sixteen, but she had a nigga feeling a certain type of way and it wasn't a sexual feeling either. It was more of a adrenaline rush type thing. I think I gotta crush on Lisa.
THE NEXT DAY
KAYLA'S POV-
My momma was gone to work and it was me and her old ass boyfriend, who don't do shit, at the house. I was still asleep and I heard noise like when you move in the bed, but I wasn't moving. I opened my eyes and there he was standing on top of me. " It's okay, your mother doesn't have to know..." I tried to push him off of me, but he weighted way more than I could even pick up. He locked the door. " What the fuck are you doing Rodrick ?! " He began pulling his dick out. Ewww even it looked old. " Nigga my momma will kill you. Ain't you like seventy-five and im sixteen that's a charge nigga."
" Shhh.... She ain't gotta know. Besides you need some real dick in your life little girl." I looked around. Wait his dick was out, so I kicked the hell out of it. I unlocked the door and ran to the kitchen and grab a knife. He came running out the room mad as fuck. I honestly didnt know what to do next. He grabbed my arm. We fought for control spinning in circles. I suddenly began to overcome him until he tripped. He still ha a tigh grip on my arm causing my to fall over on top off him. His face expression changed, I had stabbed him when I fell on top of him. It was only a wound. He managed to het up. " Now I gotta fuck you and kill you.", he said while holding the wound. I blacked out, but when I awoke I had a bloody knife in my hand and a dead man on my kitchen floor bleeding out. What do I do next, who do I tell ? I called Travis. " Hello Travis, I need your help." I explained to him. He told me to clean up the mess and to wash and wipe the knife clean to wash off my fingerprints. It was official, I am a murderer.
When Travis got there he put the body in his trunk wrapped up in a huge floor matt." Aight try not to kill nobody else.", he said smirking. I had to tell Lisa, so I did.
I just stayed over there til it was time to hit the block. I don't see how my brother could do this, yet again I was tryna do whatever to survive, I guess that included murder.
