Ess & East

Mickey Brewster

Bruh I can't find a dude to be Mickey... so imma use this dude for now. Act like he older shiii cuz dude in the pic looks young asf.

Have not proofread❤️❤️
Also this part may contain some triggers...
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It was around 10 pm and I was getting ready to cut this nigga up. I had been smoking contemplating on what I should do about ole dude ever since I left the hospital.

He really fucked Naomi up to the point where she was didn't feel comfortable telling me what fully happened.

She's never at a loss for words—Ever. Seeing her today like that, really was fucking with me. Those hand prints and bruises on her body were etched in my mind.

I finished my blunt before pulling out an old Jordan shoe box that sat under the floorboard in my closet. 

(((Not him pulling a Georgia😭😭wit her cute self)))

I sat on my bed in my black Nike tech set and I opened the box. My hand grazed over  on my old Nike ski mask I used beat  niggas up in.

I smirked and picked it up
grabbing my favorite knives and a pair of black gloves before getting ready to leave .

I got in my matte black Lamborghini Urus and drove to that nigga Damir house.

Don't ask how IK where he stay —i can find out where anyone stay at—except my brother apparently. That Nigga knows all my tricks I guess.

I parked a couple houses down from his place and eased my way through the darkness. I was lucky that his neighborhood didn't have too many street lights and shit. It made it easier for no one to see me.

I went around the back and picked the locks— which took less than 2 seconds

It was pitch black as I walked through the house and found my way over to the kitchen. An idea sparked my mind, I rummaged through his drawers and found some duct tape. I set it on the counter and then grabbed a deep pot off the stove and filled it with water. I put it back on the eye and set it on the highest temp.

I smirked. 

I made my way through the house filling a bag I brought with valuables I already have and don't need.

I set the bag aside and headed up the stairs causally walking through the house.

I checked each room minus the one that I could heard a tv coming from.

Once I was finished checking the place, I quietly opened the door to Damirs room.

He must have been a heavy sleeper, shit if it was me I would have heard someone open the back door or at least in the kitchen.

Nigga don't have an alarm system or nothing wit his cheap ass.

I locked the door before I Approached sleeping Damir and placed my chloroform rag over his mouth and nose. I noticed a couple bruises on his skin and 2 black eyes—most likely from Naomi, probably trying to fight his punk ass off.

I watched as his sleep body fully lost consciousness.

I grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around his hands and legs.

I didn't feel like carrying him down the stairs so I let him fall down the stairs. After watching him roll down the stairs I picked him up, and taped him to a chair in his kitchen.  I threw a punch atop of his head and watched him become conscious again.

He had a frown on his face and he groaned

"the hell you doing nigga?!"

"You think it's cool to beat on women and shit?" I asked

He shook his head and chuckled. I heard him whisper Naomi's name under his breath.

"Tuh, Only if they deserve dat shit" he chuckled I slapped the shit out of him watching blood trickle down out of his mouth.

What he said only pissed me off even more.

"Everything that I do to you tonight will be a reminder to you, if you ever think about beating on a women again... I'll kill you." I threatened

I pulled out my knives pushing the hot water of the flaming eye and I held my knives over the fire.

Once ny knives were hot enough, i took it to damirs hand and cut a couple of his fingers off.

He yelled in agony and I laughed, "if you fucking look at or touch Naomi again, I'll kill you nigga"

"Wh-ho the hell are u telling me what imma do? Imma do whatever the fuck I want!" He shouted trying to act all bold.

I smirked, "Oh that's how u feel huh?"

He nodded walking closer to him and aligning my knife with his eye.

Digging my knife in his eye socket I watch as blood oozed out from it.

"If I ever catch u looking or even talking to her again imma cut the other one out and your fucking tongue" I said whipping my knife off on his shirt.

The nigga was trembling, and if I gave a fuck I might have felt bad for him.

"Do you hear me?" I said

He nodded his head rapidly

"Now nigga imma help clean this blood off ya— you look a mess" I chuckled dryly going to the scolding hot pot of water on the stove.

With the oven mitts, I picked up the pot and threw the hot water on him. He yelled out in pure pain. I'm sure the neighbors could hear and would be calling the police soon.

So I grabbed my bag and I walked to the door I entered from. Before leaving I shouted towards Damir.

"remember what I said Damir, mark my words nigga"

And with that I left. Now i gotta go burn these clothes up, maybe a nice shower and then imma go see an old friend to pawn Damir's shit. Prolly go see my nieces since they home now and then I can check on Naomi while I'm there.

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Me thinking of what other crazy shit I wanna add to this story:

If you're having trouble understanding what's going on— we're in the same boat🤭🤭

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