The Messanger

Street Struck

Few weeks past since I dealt with Kane, but the pain never left my heart after he died. If anything, visions of him keep flashing every time I try to sleep. All I see is him looking at me, his blood stained tears would flood the room as I pulled the trigger and I would drown. The visions bother me so much to the point where I jump up in a cold sweat and I'd find the pistol in my hand as if I'm doing everything all over again.

I have to use the syrup in order to fall back asleep, but I don't wanna abuse it cause that shit will mess up yo kidneys. I lost many homeboys to overdosing on syrup and I ain't tryna be another statistic. I wake up one morning and I start making my way to a train station. I got a cousin named Tyrese that stay up in Brookfield Chicago, he got a empty shed that I can use as a home. I don't have any money so I sneak my way on to the train without being noticed.

The train ride took about twelve hours but I finally get there. The walk to Tyrese house from the station was about thirty minutes so I stopped by a corner store to try and steal some snacks. I picked up a used backpack and head inside the store. There was nobody in the front of the store so I quickly put as much snacks and a few drinks as I could into the bag. By the time I ran out the door, the employee came from the back room and saw an isle of snacks gone. He grabbed a pistol and ran outside to see if I was still around. He saw me two blocks down and proceeded to fire a shot. Somehow, the bullet grazed my leg but I didn't notice until I got to Tyrese crib.

I knocked on the door and Tyrese opens the door and proceeded to dab me up. Before I was able to walk in, we both started hearing a squishy noise like someone jumped in and out of a pool fully clothed. Ty looked down and saw me standing in a pool of blood. He looked at me and said, " Damn folk, you just got here and a nigga already popped yo shit." I try to laugh it off but I began getting lightheaded from the blood lost so he took me to the shed and brought a first aid kit.

Ty looks at his phone and says, " Ay, I'm finna go handle some business real quick but my girl finna help clean yo shit." I nod my head as he walks out and a few minutes go by and a woman comes in. She's sexy as hell, caramel skin, dreadlocks, tatted from the neck down, built like Nicki Minaj but all natural. She sits down and says, " Wusgood , my name Kamilla but just call me Kiki for short." I reply, " The pleasure mine Kiki, it's good to see my cousin got him a good woman to hold him down." She proceeds to laugh as she tends to my wound and reply's, " Its true that I'm holding him down, but that nigga ain't holding me down."

I look at her confused and ask her to elaborate on what she tryna say. She finish wrapping my leg up, lights up a pre roll and says, " Ty been putting me through hell and back lately. He always getting caught up in the streets and it's always me that gotta bail his stupid ass out of shit. Honestly I'm getting tired of his crap at this point." I look at her as she passes me the blunt and I reply, " Well, I understand yo frustration but you gotta understand, Ty just doin what he know best and the streets is what keepin food on the table and shoes in the closet. I know Ty would like to go Legal but his record won't let him."

Before I could pass Kiki the blunt back, she grabs in my dick and says, " Well, another issue I have with Ty is he be out the crib for long hours, days even. It be gettin real boring and quiet while he gone. So I think it's fair that you keep me company until he come back." I couldn't even push Kiki off me because I was too high off the blunt. Before I even knew, she got me in the back of her throat. I lay back on the bed and just let her do what she want as I enjoy my high.