Dont Panic (On Hold)

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"Cyrillè hand me that fucking gun. Are you seriously going to chose family over this nigga?" He spat at his sister who was indecisive of holding the gun pointed between the two. Family over a worthless nigga? This wasnt about to happen. It couldnt happen.

"Babe, don't give him that gun. Remember were going to start a family?" Jarelle tried convincing as he started to pant silently to himself.

"Your cheating on me, I already know this." Cyrillè said as she held the gun with gleaming fingers and palms.

"Your cheated on him, what does it matter? Now give me that fucking gun before I kill you and him!" Chris shouted with the temper of a wild animal. Cyrillè hopelessly tossed Chris the gun, and before you knew it, Jarelle was shot dead. Blood oozing and everything. He tossed the gun onto the marble floor and cursed to himself. He had just killed his best friend. Someone who he called a ride or die. Someone who knew all his deepest, darkest secrets. Someone who stuck with him through all his traumatizing child hood. But he can't forget he's the one who dis spread his private life in the streets. He quickly lost his guilt feeling remembering that.

"He's gone." Cyrillè said shocked as she stared at the blood pouring from his bulleted neck. Chris shrugged slightly, not even in his feelings. "Your going to hell I swear!" She screamed at him.

"Screaming at me? But I dicked you down a weak ago, and you handed me that fucking gun so don't even try to switch the plugs little girl." He said drawing his attention to her. "Shut that crying up, before I give you something to surely cry about." He spat.

"Your going to burn in hell! You are, you are, you are!" She sobbed.

"So are you. So Im not too sure why your crying, we'll see each other there and can fuck all we want, get over it." He ignored her after she tried throwing punches at him. "Get this body out your home before people grow suspicious." He said nonchalantly and exiting her home. Leaving the door, he noticed a car running with another female inside.

"Hey is Jarelle in there?" The woman asked leaning her head out the window.

Chris acted as if he was going to walk right pass her, but instead yanked her by her hair and rammed her face into the side of the window a few times, leaving blood running down her nose, then shoved her head back onto the seat. Leaving her unconscious. He then, without getting any blood on him, walked to his car and got back in. He looked at his image in the rearview mirror. Sighed deeply then closed his eyes.

"You live with no regrets Christopher. You don't feel bad and you damn sure don't give no fucks about these worthless niggas." He said to himself.

"He's not unconscious, he's breathing." A strong female voice said. His body was numb and he couldn't bare to hear that beeping machine next to him any longer. Thinking back to the hours where he killed his friend made him weary. Tired.

"If you hear us, can you open your eyes?" The same strong female voice said. Chris could hear them, he just didn't want to open his eyes. He still needed time to think. Re-adjust. Letting his mind dissolve, he couldn't help but think about all the times he trusted Jarelle. Especially that one time.

He hit play on the small remote as he sat behind his office desk. Chantel who was tied to a chair, watched her abusive boyfriend beat her endlessly. She couldn't help but continue to cry. It was the fifth time he had restarted the video. He pressed pause right before he was about to spit on her.

"Chantel. How many more times do we need to watch this?" Chris said mesmerizing the back of her bronze curls.

She shook her head no and sobbed quietly.