Turn away From the bad, for the Good

High Road

DeShawn's POV

       "That would be $2,000" I stated as I stared at the helpless and torn up crackhead.
         "$2,000?! I barely have that type of money, can't you lower the price for your loyal and favorite customer?" begged the crackhead who's voice sounded crackly, and hardly sounded normal.
          "Loyal? Favorite? First of all I caught you buyin' from Tyson the absolute worst person you could buy weed from possible. You should know he puts grass in his blunts. Second of all, if you were my 'favorite' customer you would be here every week not once a month. People like you always come here askin' to lower my prices knowing good and well you can't buy for $20. You know what.... get out of my alley, I never want to see here again." I declared furiously while flames flashed into my pupils, as the crackhead stood there trembling with great fear.
          ".....And if you ever think about coming back..." i began to say as I ferociously whipped my gun out of its holster, and pointing it to the crackheads temple. "....Your soul will look back at you regretting everything you've done in your lifetime." With that I pushed the crackhead down to the ground and quickly put my gun away, turning to walk back home, contemplating on how my parents would look if they saw the things I've been doing.

End of Chapter one.This chapter is an introduction into my first story I am writing. Very sorry if my writing had sounded very proper but that is the way I want to write this. So if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. Chapters will normally be longer than this.
Kendra😈💕

Dee Breezy as DeShawn in the MM.