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𝓓DOT HAS A look of concentration plastered on his face as he repeatedly attacks boy below him with a rock, striking him across the face with harsh blows. it's like he can't feel anything, no remorse, he doesn't feel good about it, it doesn't give him a rush, he's just there, hurting another some one who he felt once disrespected him.
ddot remembers vividly like it was yesterday, him from a few months ago before notti passed, getting jumped by he and his goons, and he was also hanging some doa niggas from the sev. he remembers just taking the blows until it was all over, and then going back to tell dd and his best friend. notti wanted to do something about it but ddot chose not to.
dd on the other hand didn't really care what they did because if one of them did something, they all did. so now this was ddot's revenge, he was doing this for himself and for notti because he remembered how the boy had his back, and was ready to go. he could only blame himself for not getting back sooner, this could've been he and his best friend right now.
this is what notti wanted, now he was doing it for him. that's how he felt with most things, everything was for notti and that's how he rocked. the victim was obviously already laid out unconscious but that doesn't make him stop, he wants to make sure the boy is unrecognizable and he was gonna do it in the worst way.
bashing someone's head in with a rock isn't something that's often done right? yea you'd be surprised. he felt like simply killing the boy with a gun wasn't enough, or stabbing him, it wasn't enough. he wanted him to feel the pain, like how he felt when his best friend died. ❝BITCH.❞ he spat, striking the boy once more in his mouth.
this, making more of the crimson red blood splatter like paint leaving specks of red on his face. he then stood up, scowling at the now deceased boy, blood covering his hands and some on his face. he left the rock right next to the boy's body, not wanting to leave his family confused before he began to calmly walk home.
