RED PARALLEL

Chapter 41: Bust That Cap In My Head

Song: Litty, by Meek Mill, Sound M.O.B, and Tony Lanez.

Traviz almost broke his teeth from rage and desolation. Oh, he wanted to smash people's heads, bust bullets in everyone he knew, from her mom to Owen. Fuck them. It was all their fucking fault. They should die. He should die. Every fucking people in that fucking planet should die. That piece of crap was so screwed up, he just wanted to ruin it. Piss on everything, kick, punch every motherfucking asshole. Burn down that city, point a nice middle finger, and blow up his hair. But he had to get out. His muscles were aching from being still, he was starving. He just wanted to go. To fuck the world himself. Boom.

Either I go or I die. Right here, right now.

"Bitch." Traviz grunted to the woman. "Get me outta here. Now."

"Or what?" Gretta licked her lips.

"Bust that cap in my head, I don't care. Do it."

"Hmmm, no. I like you, boy. You look just fine. Like a puddinG-"

"GRAB THAT SHIT AND KILL ME, YOU WHORE!"

After the punch routine, Traviz was back to his death wish.

"Kill me. Now."

"Baby, I-"

"DON'T YOU 'BABY' ME, YOU-"

"Calm down, sweetie..."

After many annoying gangstas visits, Traviz had gotten into a simple - and, c'mon - conclusion. Drugs. And they were getting some cash. C'mon, Aaron had taught him what 'bird' meant.

"You're selling drugs, right, pork bitch?" Traviz growled, staring at the fatty woman, who was shocked.

Bang.

"I get it, that can make you go behind bars, right?" Traviz laughed. "So lemme out, and I'll call the cops. I can tell from a mile where they fucking are. Or be smart and kill me. Do it."

"Haha, it ain't like that, pretty boy... I don't want cops and I don't want you dead, no, no..."

"So whatchu need from me, huh? I'll give it to ya. This drug shit, lemme do this. But I gotta get out, and I need money. C'mon, bitch, tell me what to do. I'll do anything."

The woman widened her eyes, fully interested as if she had waited for that moment since the beginning.

"Oh... You should watch out what you say, darling-"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! LEMME OUT OR KILL ME!"

The woman smiled. "Look at you."

"FINE! GREAT!"

Traviz stood up, the chain in his hands, and busted out the door, doing his best to get hit by a bullet. The corridor had three niggas about to get in, so he yelled, maniac, confronting everyone.

"C'MON, BUNCH OF MOTHERFUCKER NIGGAS, FLOCK OF ASSHOLES, GO ON, PUT THAT BULLET ON MY FUCKING HEAD, I KNOW YOU WANT IT, HURRY UP, WHO'S FIRST, HUH? THAT FAG ASS WHORE, THAT'S YOUR BOSS, RIGHT? HOW YOU GUYS DO IT, 'CAUSE HER PUSSY STINKS, FREAL! HEY, HEY, YOU FAT BLACK DUDE WITH A FUNNY CHAIN! YEAH, YOU BITCH, BE THE FIRST, PUT THAT FUCKING BULLET IN MY ASS, MOTHERFUCKER!"

The niggas ran to grab him, but he was faster. He kicked the wall and shoot his feet right onto one of their faces, then he stepped over the other's balls, and spat over the third's forehead. He was surprised with himself. He had kicked three men with hands tied. What a motherfucking show. "C'mon, dogs, pull that trigger and kill the stupid white asshole here, 'cause I ain't doing nothing for you. I ain't got parents, I ain't got friends, and I ain't got any fucking money. So c'mon, I got nothing, just kill my fucking brain."

"No bullets, please," Gretta said, at his back. He turned around to kick her, too, but the three niggas finally grabbed his neck and foot and immobilized him. "Darling..." Gretta smiled. "You have such a lovely personality." She caressed his chin. "Boy, what did you say back there, when you asked me to release ya? Hm? Momma wants to hear it again..."