SAME TIME, SAME DAY
• M A L I K •
I smirked at the dumbass at my doorstep. "You hur ta kill me?" I asked as I felt him press the metal into my stomach.
"Nah, jus do ta you what you did ta me, and maybe get a little sum extra," he looked me up and down. "I see you been gettin' fucked on camera by that f-g who owe me money,"
I just laughed. He immediately frowned as he tried to swing at me with the pistol but I caught his wrist. "Yo dumbass shoulda shot me," I kept a grip on his weak ass, kicking the fuck outta him into the hallway, so hard he hit the wall across from me, making the gun drop out his hand.
Sorry neighbors.
I then pulled this nigga by his shirt into my apartment, shutting the door, but not before grabbing his gun.
"What the fuck?" Tre spoke. I guess he was done bathing. I was caught off guard when this nigga snatched the gun from my hand as I was looking at Tre.
"Fuck," I said low, watching as he aimed at me. I tried to duck, seeing Tre try to grab him, but he fired and the bullet grazed the side of my stomach. "Fuck!" I yelled in pain, watching as Tre grabbed him from behind. I gathered my breath, trying not to cry as blood leaked from the side of my stomach.
This nigga finna get me kicked out of my condo. I just got this bitch!
I took a few deep breaths to regain my strength. I can't let Tre fight this nigga by himself. I have to protect him.
I let go of my stomach running over to them, my eyes going wide as I watch this nigga almost point the gun to Tre's head.
"No," I rushed them, tackling this nigga to the floor.
My body was shaking. I couldn't even feel the pain that was running through my stomach and face anymore. I started wailing on this nigga. Then I felt Tre push me off him as he started beating the fuck outta him.
I jumped in helping him, kicking this bitch ass nigga hard as fuck in his head.
I watched his eyes roll back for a moment, but Tre slapped this nigga and his eyes flickered back open. "No, bitch wake the fuck up!" he yelled surprising me.
He then punched him in the face again and again, while I went to grab his gun that dropped on the ground.
I could feel my blood boiling.
I cocked it, pointing it to his fucking head.
"Malik," Tre spoke.
"No," I shook my head.
"Malik," I ignored him, putting my finger on the trigger. "MALIK!" he yelled at me, grabbing the barrel of the gun with his hand.
"Tre, move,"
"No, I can handle es. Imma get a restrainin' order n shit," I rolled my eyes smacking my lips.
"P-please," Bryan bitch ass spoke.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, pushing his head hard with the gun, and then throwing it
