Survive N Chicago

Chapter 3

Jake Bennett

In KJ's BMW, Kj had one hand on the steering wheel jamming to Lil Durk's new song 'Bora Bora'

Lil bro sat in the backseat on his phone chilling, then KJ drove past O'Block and pulled in front of a house putting the car in park. "Stay in the car, I gotta go in and handle some business." He said opening the glove box pulling a Glock 9 out tucking in under his shirt, and leaving with a bag of cash. I locked the door leaning my seat all the way back, I wasn't about to be laying in nobody morgue not today not I. "Lil bro' sit yo ass back, I don't got a good feeling on bro." I said, he looked at me and smirked. "Man ain't nothing gone happen, we knew KJ all of our lives we know he got it." He smiled on his phone on face time with his friends, I gave him that look like bro you want to die? he must of got the memo and he ended up laying down on his seat.

Then we saw KJ running out the house steps almost tripping, he clutched his right arm he was hit as we saw blood dripping. He got into the car pressing the start button as they riddled his car with bullets. "Fuck! Ah' I'm hit Jake, you gotta drive." As he pulled over getting out as we switched seats, I ain't Neva drove before. I slammed on the gas driving back to the O' I looked over seeing KJ wrapping his arm with his hoodie. Lil bro being nosy as always looking over eyes widened, "damn you good?"he asked, "Nah nigga I ain't good, do I look good?" He stared back at lil bro, I pulled in as we helped him inside and ran into the apartment Ma grabbed her midkit her nurse skills kicking in. "Sis, I'm cool." He tried to play it off, clinching his teeth knowing the bullet was inside of him, "Nah nigga you ain't no good, now sit yo ass there and dont move." She said as she prepped him for an at home 'surgery' he knew if he goes to the hospital they ask what happened, he go back to jail due to his probation he ain't allowed to be near guns or own guns. "Alright, it's gone burn but unless you want it to be infected, I suggest you sit still." She said slowly grabbing the bullet with the alcohol blood oozed slowly everywhere, her new couch done for. "AHHH' It hurts fuck!" He screamed, Tyrell walked to his room not wanting to see anymore of this shit show rightly so and I did the same-thing.

I walked into my room putting my headphones on tryna drown out KJ's screaming, dude always doing some shit. I'm surprised we wasn't seeing him in a body bag, them dudes had big guns and he had only a little bitty Glock. I changed into some comfortable clothes some baggy sweatpants, a black tee and some Yeezy slides. I walked out my room a few minutes later after beating a few niggas at 2k and college football 25 on the Ps5, then as I walked by lil bro's room I heard moaning as I cracked the door open, he was FaceTime with his girlfriend his pants pulled down.

"I know this nigga..." I muttered, lil bro seeing me getting up pulling his shorts up. "Man you ever thought of knocking, bitch?" He said before punching me, putting his phone on mute. "Shut up, ima tell Ma you over here chokin yo meat." I smirked, "Tell her, I'm just doing what a teen my age should be doing." He winked, "nigga? You and that BOP is weird on Foenem." I said walking away, I seen KJ wrapped up bandaged up on the couch "Looks like somebody recovering from a failed rob- i mean accident." Mom was in the kitchen making some food, "Yeah lil nigga, thought so I thought I was gonna have to beat yo ass."he smiled, "shut up yo ass cant even move your arm properly, give me the keys lemme go to my homeboy house." I said, he looked at me eying me down like I just asked him to do some crazy, "you serious? Oh hell nah," "you can trust me gang, I know how to drive." Proceeding to take his keys, all he could do was sit there. Any sudden movements would result in serious pain to his right arm,

I got into his car hearing the purr, the intake popped as I sped down the street to Vonte crib. I arrived parking in the driveway, I walked up the four steps as the screen door was unlocked and the door wide opened. I saw DJ wearing his shorts, blue crocs in sports mode and a white cartoony shirt his dreads tied back as he waved at me continuing to play fornite. "Sup DJ, you getting better?" I asked looking at the tv, "yeah, but after this I wanna play basketball cause I got better now and I'm sure I csn beat you and Rell!" He smiled, I looked at Luh buddy the last time I played him he fell and started crying, and rell won. "Yeah just don't he crying like you did Rell that one time," I smiled, "Man fuck Tyrell!" He yelled, then his mom popped her head out the kitchen "DJ! STOP CURSIN, NOT GON' TELL YOUR LITTLE BADASS NO MORE." She said, "Yes Maam, my bad Ma." He smiled giggling. "Hey Kayla, he's a lot isn't he?" I asked, "Hell yeah, Vonte upstairs Smokin you know how he is." She smiled, "oh bet, as I ran up the stairs." I smelt the weed up there as I heard bloodhound Lil Jeff, Lil Scoom and Chucky. I seen him wearing skinny jeans, slides, and his Freeforms.

"Wassam bruh?" He asked dapping me up, "nothing much light me up a wood right quick." I said flicking the lighter ad he lit it, I placed the blunt in my mouth blowing, it felt good. "yo son badass hell man," I laughed, "I know right, his ass gone learn. We gone stop being gentle parents and go back to ass beatings." He smiled, "fr, and my little bro on the phone getting it in with his girlfriend." I explained, "for real? Lil Tyrell getting it in like that?" He smiled, "yes, and then KJ you know he got shot, he tried to run off on them niggas in 63rd street." I said, "KJ's always being dumb, I swear he's gonna get his dumbass popped on the dead homies." He said, "ay you spoke to Kai?" I asked, "Yeah, he living in Atlanta now, he doing good focusing on himself." "Damn wish we could do the same, but we stuck in the Raq." I shook my head,

"Anyways you spoke to your uncle Von?" He asked, "sometimes we do, but mainly he focus on his music and our uncle Lil Durk be keeping him busy." I explained, "what about fine shyt?" He asked me, "yeah she doing good, we still communicating and shit. I think she pregnant cause she be throwing up and shit every time she eat." I explained, "damn, you know if you a dad ma dukes gonna get you." He smiled,

Then meanwhile that bitch, his Bm was downstairs backdooring us. She had packed her and DJ's suitcases and bags and now in her Malibu as DJ stood up laughing she texted a dude named Mark.

Keema 12:00 PM "This nigga and his bitch ass homeboy Jake here, put these niggas in critical condition on the food supply."

Mark 12:02 PM "Ight, me and my lil shorties gone handle them dont you worry. Just get you and DJ far away."

Keema 12:04 PM "Dont worry bout us, we heading to Atlanta, and ima have him enrolled in school out there."

She placed the phone down as she held her 6 year old son's hand. "Mommy where are we going?" He frowned, "We moving, let's go." She opened the screen door, "lemme say bye to daddy." He tugged at her arm, "No, let's go." She said pulling him along. Then the black Durango pulled up, Vonte seen them out the bedroom window, "Shit, Vonte go in the shoebox and grab yourself a gun." He said loading his Draco, "Aw shit," I said running into the closet they used to share grabbing the Glock. The niggas in masked stormed in shooting us before we could do anything, damn those little shorties fast. I heard a 9 year old boy,

"kwan you shot him?" The man asked, "Yeah, I did shoot that nigga." He shot me a few times, I recognized his voice since him and lil bro, I'm like damn the same lil nigga who I held when he was a baby was over my dead body shooting me, nah fuck that. I'm getting back in blood and for that bitch Keema I'm on her head too, lil DJ gone be alright ima make sure my lil man's right. I got up seeing Vonte patching himself up clinching his teeth, not saying a word. "Ima kill... imma kill that bitch on folks grave." He said as he got up. "Lil nigga Kwan, he only 9 man," I shrugged, "I know, which makes it even more messed up." Vonte and I cleaned ourselves up, we knew if we went to the hospital they ask questions and we be sitting behind a bar.

I got back to the apartment, I seen Tyrell with Kwan they both sat on the couch talking about girls and basketball. "Yeah and I dunked on that bitch," Tyrell joked with Kwan, "Yo ass silly bro, swear we twins forever." He smiled, my blood boiled I couldn't even look at bro right now. "Sup Jake," he waved, "Sup, Kwan," I rolled my eyes, "whats wrong with you?" Lil bro asked, "nothing man, leave me alone," I said before going into my room, Kwan got up walking into my room basically explaining how they forced him to do it. "Kwan why? You almost could have killed me bro." I said, "I know bro and I'm sorry, please don't tell KJ." He begged, "fine, I won't tell KJ, but next time dont let niggas pressure you into doing the wrong shit." I said, "I gotcha."

I pulled out my phone texted Vonte, saying I spoke to Kwan and he promised not to backdoor us anymore. Vonte said cool but I still needed to track that bitch keema down and the only way is through Kai.