R O M A N
"Aye, bitch ass nigga!" Roe yelled across the street. He was walking with his friend, Troy, to the corner store to pick up some cigar warps so they could do what Roman had so desperately been waiting for all day; to get blazed out of his mind.
The young boy stopped dead in his tracks and looked in the direction of the familiar voice. His hazel colored eyes landed on Roman, and the pit of his stomach dropped down to his ass. He was hoping that he didn't see any of his opps, especially Roman, on his little stroll to his grandma's house to drop her off some money.
It was easily 6 in the morning since the sun was barely up yet, and it was a Thursday, so neither one of them had any business being outside anyway, but school wasn't going to make sure their families were taken care of. Not for the time being, at least.
The boy smacked his lips before walking again, resuming the same quick pace that he was previously going. He shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket, checking to see if his gun was still there, tucked neatly in his waistband.
He already knew what type of time Roman was on, and he usually would get on that time with him, but today wasn't a good day for the boy. At all. He just wanted to drop off the money that he owed to his grandmother at the first of every month.
He was the primary reason she was managing to stay afloat financially. The cost of her insulin was steadily increasing, and if not for him getting on that corner every day and serving, she would've succumbed to her diabetes a year ago.
He was doing a pretty good job at avoiding his opps, but he was also fully aware that this day would come sooner or later. It was the perfect opportunity; it was the ass crack of dawn, and the only people out were on their way to work, so they weren't exactly concerned about some bad ass kids who didn't care enough to be in school.
Crossing the street with his hands still in his pocket, he used one of his hands to pull his hoodie over his head, his long dreads peeking out the sides of the hood. He just kept his eyes on the street, not wanting to give them any attention.
Roe and Troy laughed at him loudly, and Roman stood outside of the corner store while Troy ran inside to grab the cigar wraps. He had on a black leather jacket with a dingy wife beater underneath it, and on his hips were a large pair of denim jeans.
He kept his gun tucked into his large timberland boots, and after the murder of one of his best friends, he was thirsty for get back. He reached into his shoe and grabbed his Glock, tucking into the side of his coat.
The boy was walking pretty fast, so he decided to cut around the corner and meet him at the corner of 63rd. Troy would just have to understand and catch up to him later.
He swiftly ran around the back of the store, crossing the street casually, as if he didn't have murder on his mind. He then cut through the gangway between two homes that looked to be abandoned, and he silently waited in the cut for Trell to walk by.
It felt like forever, but he eventually walked past Roe, studying his surroundings keenly with his hands still on his gun.
He wasn't too thorough in his search though, since he still hadn't peeped Roe posted in the gangway.
Stepping out of his hiding spot and raising his Glock, Roe let off two shots, one hitting Trell in the left shoulder, and the other hitting him in the neck.
