DESTINY
"Bitch what the fuck?" Nelli exclaimed nearly losing her breath at whatever appeared on her phone.
"What's wrong?" I responded looking back at her. Bitch was so random sometimes I be scared at some of the shit that's gon come out her mouth sometimes.
"Rello got shot?" She asked me with tears in her eyes now. What the fuck? My mouth fell open because I didn't even know. It's been 3 days since Tyree came back to his house when I snuck in there and never did he mention anything about what happened that night/morning. He just said he didn't want to talk about it.
"What the hell you mean?" I questioned in confusion. "Tyree ain't say nun about that, how you know it's true?" I added.
"Look." Nelli said facing her phone towards me. It was a photo of one of Rell's relatives Facebook page asking for people to send their love and prayers to Rell, being that he had been shot twice.
"Bro hold on, what the fuck?" I said pulling out my phone to call Tyree.
"Wassup baby?" He answered.
"You need to come over here right now because me AND Nelli need to talk to you." I urged across the phone.
"Damn no hey or nun?" He responded in question, ignoring what I'd just said.
"You heard what I said tho." I said and hung up. Niggas always tryna beat around the bush knowing they know what's goin on.
After about an hour or so, Tyree had pulled up with another dude who I wasn't familiar with. Ugh who the fuck Is dude?
"Who him?" I asked Tyree answering the door.
"This my homie Dre from California, he down here visiting and shit we, suppose to be going outta town and shit..." Tyree said. Going outta town? When we talk about a trip, what the hell is going on for real?
"Umm okay, now sit down." I directed. Nelli and I sat on the opposite end of the couch.
"Where Rell at?" Nelli asked with her arms crossed and getting straight to the point.
Tyree went quiet and rubbed his hands across his chin hair before answering.
"He at the hospital bro, I ain't even finna sit here and act like I don't know what y'all tryna talk about." He defeatedly responded.
"Can we talk in front of him orrrr?" I asked referring to Dre's presence on the couch.
"Man this my nigga man, he already know wassup." Dre spoke looking me up and down. I gave Tyree a look to check his homie cus I'm not fucking with the way he looking at me, the fuck. Tyree looked at me then at Dre dumb ass and nudged him hard in the arm.
"So why the fuck you ain't say nun to Tiny at least?" Nelli asked in a yell now. Oh lord she mad, but I understood her frustration. If someone were to shoot Tyree and not notify me in any way, I'll have to speak on it too because why the fuck mu'fuckas so secretive about it, what's tea?
"I ain't want mu'fuckas tweakin and being extra. We had a long ass night to begin with, but I will apologize for not sayin nun, that shit was fucked up on our end." Tyree said leaning back on the couch taking his supply of weed out of his pocket.
"I guess bro..." Nelli sadly sighed. "How he doing?" Nelli asked softly now.
"Shidd he cool, he up and talkin and shit now." Tyree said back.
"Good, and how you doing?" I asked Tyree.
"Baby I'm cool, I was just missing you." He said licking his lips and smiling. Thats that shit that make the coochie throb, he better ease up a little considering the circumstances.
