𝐓𝐡𝐚 𝐆𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞

𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝟐𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄

𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓
𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐀

"𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧', 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞"

I sighed while sitting in the hospital room chair, watching Royce lay in the hospital bed, almost lifeless. And If he did have any life left in him, when he gained his consciousness back, it would be used to wheel with the wheelchair he'd be in for the next 24 months.

I'm just going based off of what the doc said, anything else would be unreliable. The doctor said he'd most likely wake up and be temporarily paralyzed from the waist down for at most two years. Which yes is obviously horrible, but the nigga got himself into it.

I believe that Nia had set it up. He was only a block away from the street my house was on, she know where I live, she know he come over whenever they get into it.

So she probably told whoever she got to shoot Royce, to do it. I feel bad for dude because I ain't never seen him so helpless but at the same time I was still pissed at him for getting himself into all this.

I wasn't alone in the room though, there was someone else. A girl with light brown eyes that complemented her caramel toned skin beautifully, her lips were full and plump, she was slim thick, and her hair fell down her back.

I believe it's her real hair but you never know nowadays, they be making that weave shit look good. Anyways my point is that she's hella pretty.

She was in here because I guess she's the one who noticed Royce was hurt and called 911 for him, which is understandable but why would she go to the hospital and wait for him unless they was fucking, you feel me? I didn't know what was going on there but I'm determined to find out soon.

"What's your name again?" I asked her.

"Renee." She replied with a smile then added. "I never got yours."

"I'm Mo." I replied.

"Short for what?" She asked.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"Like what is Mo short for?" She wondered.

"Oh, Moheem." I answered.

"Okay." She nodded like it mattered. She was overly friendly which concerned me because who's this nice living in South Central LA? Nobody, except her which made me leery.

"How y'know Royce?" I wondered.

"I don't really know know him but we had a couple classes together in highschool, so when I saw him I was like oh I know him so I helped him out and now I'm staying here because I feel for him." She explained.

"Why though?" I questioned making her laugh.

"Isn't this your best friend, talm' bout why." She laughed then added. "You act like you ain't want him to get help."

"Nah I'm just saying because you real nice and it's confusing me." I chuckled lightly.

"I just feel like if I give that energy out to the world, I'll get it right back and every since I've been thinking like that my life changed." She replied to my previous question.