Murder Secrets

Tape 1

In the shadows of their sins, Tank prayed his life won't end over some dumb shit. But hold on tight, cause you're about to dive into their world, where the streets mold boys into men, or most of them anyway. Someone they knew, got caught up bad. This ain't no typical danger, it's a twisted reality where even the light gets faded. Soon, you'll see just got grimy things got, how darkness leaked in and stained it all.

"Damn, I gotta get up soon," Tank muttered, barely awake, checking his phone.

Midway of brushing his teeth, his phone lit up with Boo's name. "Woah?"

"Say, bitch, get ready, I'm finna scoop." Boo's voice sounded through the phone.

"Alright, nigga. And watch who the fuck you talking to, burnt ass hoe," Tank threw back, laughing.

As Boo pulled up to pick up Tank, he couldn't resist calling his brother Syjai, even though he knew the chances of him answering were slim. He sucked his teeth in frustration and rolled his eyes when Syaji never answered. Together, Boo and Tank then pulled up to Juke's house.

Boo pounded on the door, frustration clear in his voice. "Juke, quit playing and get yo bitch ass up!"

Juke swung the door open, annoyance marked on his face. "Nigga, I been up! Quit banging on my door and get on your shit."

Tank and Boo flopped onto the couch, the air heavy with tension. Tank, unusually quiet, lost in his thoughts while Boo took control, turning on the TV to fill the silence. Meanwhile, Juke disappeared in the kitchen.

Just as the atmosphere threatened to smother them, Syjai came in through the screen door. The bond between him and Tank had always been shook with unease. Ever since their dad passed and their mother dove into addiction, bouncing from one trap house to another, they'd been raised by their grandparents. But for some odd reason, Syaji always seemed to be the favored one, leaving Tank feeling like an outsider in his own family. After while, Tank had no choice but to move out and stay with their aunt.

"Wassup, y'all," Syjai greeted as he entered the room.

"Yo!" Juke's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"What's good, lil nigga?." Boo laughed.

"Damn, Tank. You can't speak?" Syjai asked.

"Sup, Sy," Tank replied dryly.

Juke came out from the kitchen, balancing a plate piled high with food as he sat onto the couch with the others.

"Well damn, fat ass. Planned to share with someone else?" Boo said, eyeing the plate.

"If you want some, get some. Fat ass number 2," Juke told him with a laugh, pushing Boo playfully.

Syaji couldn't hold back, his frustration leaking over. "What's your problem, Tank? Every time I come around this bitch, you act like you don't fuck with me."

"Cause I don't, Syaji! You get on my fucking nerves. Walking around here with a big ass head acting like you can't be touched, but when you get in shit, you call on us. Sick of dealing with your shit."

"Then don't! You ain't gotta deal with it," Syjai responded, his voice rising.

"Aye, man, y'all chill out," Boo added in, trying to diffuse the situation.

But it was too late. Tank jumped to his feet, grabbing Juke's gun and pointing it at Syjai. "What the fuck are you doing, bro?" Juke demanded, standing up from the couch.

"Tank, put the damn gun down," Boo said.

"You gone shoot me, Tank? Or you gone be a little bitch about it?" Syjai taunted.

Tank's hand trembled as he squeezed the trigger, the shots ringing out in the small room. Blood splattered across the walls as Syjai's expression turned to shock. He stumbled back, falling into the furniture, sending it crashing into the ground. Then he launched himself at Tank, fists flying, the room bursting into chaos. Tank fired once more, the sound echoing in the cramped space, the furniture breaking under the force. Syjai's body slumped to the ground, blood flooding around him.

Pushing Syjai's limp body aside, Tank turned the gun on Boo.

"Call the police, right now!" Tank yelled, his eyes wild with rage.

"What the fuck, Tank!" Boo yelled.

Tank got up and pointed the gun at Boo. "Call the police, now!" Tank yelled.

As Boo called the police, he attempted to grab his gun. When Tank put the gun directly to the back of his head. "Try something stupid, I'm putting two rounds in it." He threatned.

"Hello, operator. There's been an accident, our friend was shot." Boo lied.

They moved Syjai's body to the front porch, waiting for police and paramedics to arive...

Soo what yall think so far?? Crazy huh? 😭