Survive N Chicago

Chapter 8

Kwan

I was selling drugs with one of dads old homies, Quan. Quan was a good friend of my pops and when he went to jail last week he needed someone to run with him, and Ma having to take care of lil bro I had to do do something. Even at 11 it felt good making my own money, holding a gun and seeing people scared of me if they owed me money. But I had to work for dad's old drug boss 'Travis' he was a serious man cause one day I overheard Dad Talm bout. He cut a nigga head off since he didn't have his money,

I was walked down the street wearing

This out, I had on the backpack Quan gave me shit was heavy as a bitch from All the money I had saved. On my way to the trap house I walked up the four steps and knocked on the metal screen door. "WHO THE FUCK IS IT?" A fine ass female asked, "KWAN!" I yelled, the lady opened the door wearing a Nike pro bra, and Nike pros for bottoms she was thick too. "Boy who tf sent you? I'm about to close this door." She said, "No no wait, Travis sent me I got the money." I took off the bag showing her the money, she looked at me weirdly as if she was questioning the fact Travis would send an 11 year old boy like me. "Thanks, lil boy you look familiar?" She looked trying to remember me, "Uhm, I got a very rememberable face and smile." Moving my braids away from in front of my face.

"Ain't you Sr son?" She asked, "Yeah, see I knew you would remember me." I smiled, "Yeah lil boy, go on and dont come back unless you wanna hang out with my son." She closed the door. "I was gonna ask you out- Man." I sucked my teeth walking away, she probably wouldn't do it anyways. I started walking back to my house a blacked out Escalade V drove slowly passed me as I looked at it, one of the niggas inside pointed a hand making a gun aiming it at me before telling whoever was driving to speed off. I shook my head not realizing what will happen next, then a Chrysler 300 sped by firing at my direction nearly hitting me. I ducked on the sidewalk spraining my left leg they kept firing until one of the dudes got out to see if I was hit. "Yeah he hit Kobe, let's go man." Before getting back into the V and speeding off.

I just knew this shit was targeted, not for what I did but for what my dad was involved in. I ran the rest of the way back home ignoring the fact I sprained my ankle. I ran up the steps opening the front door Ma seen me In pain before running over, "What happened baby?" She asked me, "Some, dudes tried to kill me I don't know!" I sobbed, I tried to act tough but this time it wasn't the right time. "Damn, come here, Siah move." She said as Siah moved as I laid down on the couch, "I'll go get you an ice pack but your staying home, I'll call your coach." She said before going into the kitchen, even though I was benched I still wanted to go.

"Please Ma- No please, your leg is fractured you lucky them niggas ain't Swiss cheese yo little ass." She said handing me the ice pack as I gently placed it on my leg. Lil bro sat there watching me, "You got hurt?" He asked, "Yeah I got Hurt dont worry about it." I said, "Oh I hope you feel better." He smiled sitting back down on the floor.  I looked on my phone taking a photo of my leg sharing it to the group chat on Ig, Isaiah replied "Damnnnn, what happened?" He asked, "so what had happened was I was trying to save lil shorty from tripping on a crack." I lied, Isaiah not buying it texting me back. "Bro I know when your lying, and what girl you cant pull no bitches On God 😹😹." He replied with laughing emojis, "Okay you got me, well these niggas opened fired at me and I ducked for cover, while doing it I slipped and sprained my ankle." I said, "Damn, you good? The others finna be shocked just like me." He smiled, "Yeah well Ma said I won't be at any of the games until my doctor clears for me to come back." I said, "oh okay, I'll keep you updated cause shit you need to know," he said,

Jake

I was being pushed around by Von who was rightfully mad after I took his V to scope out Kayla's apartment, snd we have DJ sitting right here waiting for his dad with Asian, lil bro sitting laying on the couch watching this shit play out smiling looking directly at me. "You lost your mind Lil Shorty, now the police finna be on me and shit." He punched me, "Unc my bad man I ain't know." I said, "I should fuck your ass up- Von calm down- Nah Asian fuck that." Then the door bell rung and it was Vonte, cause Von had checked the live feed from the door and it showed Vonte and his homeboys throwing up GDK signs. Von opened it as Vonte stepped in, DJ got up and immediately ran over to his daddy. "Daddy I missed you!" He hugged him picking him up, Asian walked over handing Vonte his backpack. "I missed you too lil foenem, thank you." He said to Asian who winked at him. Von noticed and pushed Asian away, "Asian stop being a little Hooker thot." He smacked her on the ass before sending her to the room.

"Sorry bout that bro she does too much." Von said, "nah it's cool, I came to collect my lil foenem, thanks Jake." He said handing me $5,000 to spend on whatever I like. "Wait a minute, he ain't going with you." Von said reaching for DJ. "Why not? This my fuckin son," Vonte got loud. The demon inside of Uncle Von started rising, "Who the fuck you yelling at nigga? You must of forgot who the fuck I am." Von got up in his face, "Big King Von, Grandson from the WIIC." He yelled, "Fuck you Talm bout lame ass nigga, get this narc ass nigga." Vonte yelled, "Oh bet nigga, KAYLA!" He yelled, "Yeah?" She yelled, "GO GET MY GUN OUT THE SAFE AND GRAB YOURS TOO." I yelled back, "Which ones?" She yelled, "The big Draco and your pink gun." He said,

A few moments later she came back handing the gun to him and holding her gun. "Now you got 5 seconds to put the kid down, or ima blow your head clean off. And I promise I won't miss even if you try and use him as a shield." Uncle Von said, "So so this what your gonna do? Shoot my ass in front of my lil boy?" He asked, "Your wanted bro! What else are you not getting?" I asked, "I'm taking my lil boy back to Chicago where he belongs, he ain't staying here." Vonte said, "If you go and the police get you, yo ass is going to jail and your son they gonna put his lil ass in foster care." Von explained, he saw the look in Vonte eyes slowly shift to his son looking scared, "well thats the risk I'm willing to take for my lil boy you know?" He asked, "nigga I got a son too, but I would never risk him going into the system because I wanna be selfish." He explained, "NIGGA I JUST KILLED HIS MOM, HE DONT GOT NO ONE ELSE BUT ME!" He yelled tearing up,

"Look bruh, I ain't gonna ask you again, put him down, you got us now we keep lil man safe." He smiled, "Fine, only if you promise." He said,

"I promise."