19 years ago, Somewhere in North Carolina (Syrahbi's POV because I needed to give y'all a little back story for this new character I'm introducing🫶🏽)
"Kiysauna just let me in, ima kill you regardless. Either way you gon die" I sighed moving back getting ready to kick the door in. As I was about to, the door opened wide "come on Sy, come in" he smiled. Making me smile back "you real funny you know that?" He asked making me scoff "you a real bitch ass nigga, you know that?" I said straight facing him before he smacked me across the face hard.
"You not so big without them niggas so don't act like it" he said walking into the kitchen as I followed behind him "KIYSAUNA" he yelled as she rushed into the kitchen quickly "yes Shawny" she answered him like a slave "take this bitch to the basement" he said smirking my way. I stood still for a second, It was almost like everything went silent except for the sound of me breathing and the beat of my heart.
I zipped my hoodie down and pulled the gun from the back of my pants on some ill movie shit aiming it at Kiysauna "babe" she said shaking "just calm down she ain't shooting shit" he laughed leaning back on the counter, I pulled the trigger placing a bullet right in the middle of her head never taking my eyes off Na'Shawn "you killed my baby father, I killed your baby mother. Eye for an eye right?" I laughed.
"See I been waiting to kill you for so long, so long" he said making me scrunch my eyebrows up "what the fuck did I do to you?" I asked confused "bitch go to the fucking basement" he walked around the island pushing me towards the basement "don't touch me" I stopped in my tracks contemplating running out of here. "easier said than done" I said out loud, laughing. I walked closer to the basement door as he pushed me down the stairs, I shielded my stomach as best as I could. If I was pregnant I needed to be careful.
"shit" I hissed under my breath as I touched the blood running from my head. I stood up walking over to a tool table, taking a seat "bitch this ain't no cake walk" he looked up at me scrunching his eyebrows together "so kill me then" I replied back lowly "nah, I wanna talk first" he smiled pulling up a chair at the table making me roll my eyes.
"You a nosey bitch, who that nigga you got with my bitch?" he asked making me scoff. I looked around at nothing in particular stifling laugher, "is you deaf, hard of hearing or stupid?" he asked another question making me look at him with my eyebrows furrowed "are you unintelligent or just illiterate?" I asked him making his smile drop.
He looked at me for a second before spitting on me and standing up "SEE ITS BITCHES LIKE YOU IM TRYNA GIVE YOU SOME TIME BEFORE YOU DIE AND YOU JUST PUSHING MY BUTTO-" he said before I grabbed a sledgehammer off the table hitting him in the side of the face with it "YOU DUMB ASS BITCH YOU GONNA SPIT ON ME" I began to scream.
I was losing my motherfucking mind. I wiped my face hard as ever with my hoodie, I took it off taking a seat at the table putting my head in my arms. Feeling a mix of things exhausted, in utter disbelief and shock.
I started to cry, this was all too much. Our lives took the most unexpected turn, I've lost so many people I never imagined losing.
My thoughts were cut short by me being dragged off the chair. "You stupid ass bitch" Na'Shawn said, throwing blows at me. He wrapped his hands around my neck as the blood from his eye dripped on my face.
"Why, answer my question or ima kill you" he said through gritted teeth tightening his grip around my neck "I don't answer to you" I managed to choke out "bitch answer me or you finna die" he started banging my head against the side of the table. I looked over towards the clock I been here for and hour.
I smiled up at him feeling myself going in and out of consciousness "they're gonna kill you if you kill me" I spoke wearily "I waited four years to die" he smiled back at me.
