Beauty and the beast

18

"Bitch you heard what the fuck I said! Did yo black ass set me up?" He slammed the door and locked it. "How the fuck could I set you up and you got my phone? And why the fuck would I set you up? Ion even know you!" I yelled and got out the bed. "I use these same hoes for private parties all the time, my shit ain't never been kicked in. But now yo ass here and my shit getting robbed? Hoe you must think I'm dumb."

        "You are and you tripping. I'm getting the fuck up outta here." I bent over to pick my bra up. "Bitch you ain't going nowhere." He said as he shoved me on the floor. I don't know when he grabbed it, but now he had a gun in his hand. "You know what happen to set up bitches like you?" He cocked his arm back and smacked me in the mouth with the pistol.

         I watched as blood trickled from my lip. I kicked him in the dick and watched him double over in pain as I tried to hurry up and get off the floor. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me back on the floor. He flipped me over and slapped me with the gun again. "You know you done fucked up right?" I laughed as I slowly turned my head and looked at him. "Bitch you might as well say yo prayers." He cocked the gun and put it to my head.

         I heard yelling in the distance. Before he could pull the trigger, the door was being kicked in. We both looked at the door, it was Glock and some niggas wearing ski mask. He raised the gun and shot Key right in the shoulder to the arm that was holding the gun. "Fuck!" He groaned as his arm dropped. "Thinking with yo dick." Glock laughed as he walked over to us. We locked eyes and he squinted his eyes as he saw blood dripping from my lip. Glock raised his gun and shot Key in the shoulder again. "AH!" He yelled in agony.

         Glock raised his right fist and punched Key square in his face, making him stumble and fall on the wall. "Come get this nigga!" Glock turned and looked at his people. Two of the dudes came over and drug him by the arms. Glock looked around on the floor and grabbed my bra then handed it to me. I quickly put it on then got off the floor. "What he hit you with?" "A gun." Glock nodded and walked over to Key. He pressed his foot on his shot shoulder.

         "FUCKKK!" He screamed out in pain. "Where all that shit you was popping on the gram nigga?" Glock looked down at him. "Nigga fuck you." He gritted out. Glock lifted his leg and stomped Key in the mouth, he instantly started bleeding. "Aye y'all go take that nigga money and shit, I'm good in here." He said to his crew. They nodded and walked out. "You had to get a bitch to do yo job." Key lightly chuckled. "See nigga that's yo problem, you talk too fucking much." He pulled his pants up and squatted down.

        "Phat you said he hit you in the mouth with a gun right?" He turned and looked at me. "Yes." I shook my head up and down. Glock nodded and looked back down at Key. He reached his arm all the way behind his head, quickly striking him in the face with his gun. If I would've blinked I would've missed it. "Nigga if you ain't shoot me I would've got right with you." "What like you did my brother?" Glock questioned as he pushed the barrel of his gun into one of Key's wounds.

       "Get dressed Phat and wait for me in the bathroom. Imma come get you when I'm done." Glock demanded never turning around to look at me.  I quickly grabbed my dress and ran in the bathroom as Key laid there groaning and screaming in pain. I slipped the dress on and put the phone back in my bra. A couple seconds later all I heard was POW!POW!POW! My heart dropped to my feet. It was a soft knock on the door. "Come on Phat." I opened the door and Glock was trying to block my view.

       "I gotta get my phone and my purse." "Where yo phone?" "In those pants pockets." I pointed to the Amiri jeans on the floor. Glock walked over to the jeans, stepping for Keys' body in the process and picked em up. I just stood there looking at the body. He went through the pockets and grabbed my phone, then threw the jeans on Keys' barely breathing body. I didn't know how to think or feel. My heart was about to beat outta my chest. "Grab yo shit!" Glock's voice snapped me outta my thoughts.