72 Hours (Chris Brown)

4; The Truth

 *A/N; This Story Is Boring To Write Now, Good Thing It's A Short Story Though ! I Made This Long!*

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   *King's Pov*

 My dad sent me out on the corner of Lewellen and Mission so I could sell this grass. It was about 10 at night, and I missed my sister like hell. She could be annoying and talkative at times, but I actually miss that right now. This was the second day, 24 hours until the deadline. I had on all black everything. My hood was keeping my head warm. I was leaning against a liquor store, waiting for some guy to show up. My dad actually let me hold a piece while I'm out here alone. A few cars passed by and one stopped in front of me. The window rolled down.

?:" You Need A Ride?"

Me:" No, You Need A High?"

    He smiled and motioned me over. I passed him 6 sacks of weed,and he gave me the money. This happened about four more times that night. See, we bought this 8 pounds of this stuff for $16,000. We decided to double it and sell it. I was almost up to $30,000. I slunked back against the corner as he drove off. I checked the time; 11:16pm.

                   One more guy then I get to go home. About 10 minutes passed and a man walked up to me, wearing the same thing I was.  He stopped and nodded to me. I had the bags in my hand and I seen an amount of money in his. We were about to swap when he snatched the grass and ran. I pulled out my 9mm and put a couple hot ones in his back. I snatched the weed and the money and took off home. When I got there, I counted up the money and it was  $32,000. Just enough.

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       *Loyal's Pov*

Me:" NO! STOP!! I DON'T WANT TO! "

   He kept turning my head, forcing me to watch the television. I kept trying to close my eyes, but he kept forcing them open. I bit the guy's hand and tried to run, but he caught me. The man was one of Uncle Chris's goons. _Yep, That's Right._ The bitch nigga Chris is my uncle. Chris. Fucking. Brown. I hate him to death. I'd only met him once, but I still do. I just don't know why. I pushed my chin up towards the TV and I finally gave in. The news was on and Jenny Broadman was telling about a Bank Of America Robbery yesterday. Two drawings appeared on the screen, and they looked just like My dad and King ! These sick people loved to torture me. I haven't cried yet, though.A Commercial came on and Chris came into the room.

Chris:" Hey Neice. How was your sleep?"

Me:" ....FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!"

  He slapped me across my face, causing me to go silent. I hung my head in shame.

Chris:" Your Lil'Ass Gon' Learn To Respect The Fuck Outta Me, Ya Heard?"

Me:" Whatever Nigga. What Do You Want?"

Chris:" Make Me A Sandwich."

Me:" I Ain't Your Little Hoe, Neicy Is. The Fuck I Look Like Slaving For You??"

Chris:" You Right.. She Is A Hoe. My Main Don't Know Shit. Nor Will She Ever."

 Neicy rushed into the room.

Neicy:" I'm A Wh-What Baby??"

Chris:" You Heard Me! You Just A Side Line, Fuck You Thought This Was??"

   He laughed hysterically which caused me to laugh.The look on her face was priceless.

Neicy:" I.. I Thought You Loved Me ?!"

Chris:" This Ain't Love and Hip Hop. Fuck Outta Here With That Bull! AND SOMEBODY MAKE ME A DAMN SANDWICH!"

Me:" You Cuss A Lot .."

Chris:" So Do You."

Me:" ....Touchè..."

  Neicy stormed out of the warehouse and a car skidding off was all you heard. Another one of Chris's goons brought him two sandwiches and he gave me one. Everyone left the room but him. I turned the Tv off.

Me:"......"

Chris:" ...... "

Me:" Nigga Can You Not Stare At Me, While I Eat?"

   He laughs and shakes his head.

Chris:" You A Pretty Cool Kid, Ya Know?"

Me:" I Bet. "

   I think he was trying to be my friend or something...

Me:" So... Do You Have Kids?"

Chris:" A Son And Daughter. Jr and Leila."

Me:" So Why Do You Do This Type Of Stuff To People!?"

Chris:" Money."

   I shook my head, and he grabbed a piece of my sandwich. I gave him a face and we fell out laughing.

Me:"WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO TOUCH MY FOOD?!"

Chris:" Your Moms Was The Same Way, Can't Nobody Touch Her Food. Fat Asses."

Me:" DONT FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

Chris:" I Know More About My Sister Than You Ever Will, Little Girl. I Know The Truth."

Me:" What Truth??"

  He finished eating and he spilled the beans.

 Chris:" Four Years Ago, When You Were Four,  Ya Moms Was Supposed To Make A Drop For Me. But Naahh, She Wanted To Go On A Date With Yo' Punk Ass Daddy. That Costed Me A LOT Of Money.They Used To Piss Me Off, How "Lovey Dovey" They Were. That's All That Would Come Out Of Her Damn Mouth. "OHH MALIK THIS, MALIK THAT". So Anyway, I Had Some People Find Out Where They Had Their Date. Long Story Short, In The Car, I Had Some Goons Shoot At The Windows, Aiming At Ya Daddy. They Hit Her Instead, He Didn't Have A Scratched. The Car Crashed, She Died. It Was Her Fault."

Me:" WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW WAS IT HER FAULT!? YOU KILLED MY MOM! YOUR A KILLER AND I HATE YOU! YOU CAN DIE AND I WOULDN'T GIVE A COUPLE AND A HALF FUCKS! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!!!"

   My face was red and I was heated. I started punching him in his face, but it didn't faze him one bit. Damn, I hate being 8! He slapped me again.

Chris:" WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT RESPECTING ME!? GET YOUR ASS IN THAT ROOM!"

   He tossed me into the room I slept in last night and locked the door. Damn it!

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 *Malik's POV*

  When King got home, we counted up the money... Only $32Thousand. We were $16,000 Short.  I called up a couple friends and told them to meet me at our old spot. About an hour later, we were all there. It was 1am.

Mac:" Why The Hell Are We Here So Damn Early Malik??"

Me:" We Need $16,000, FAST. My Daughter Got Kidnapped And He Wants $45,000. Any Ideas?"

Chevy:" Run Up In They Spot And Bust Them All."

Me:" Can't Do That."

Seven:" Rob Somebody. We Can Rob Somebody Else Spot."

King:" We Can Do That ."

Me:" We Out."

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This Is All Ima Write For Now! My Fingers Hurtin !

 *~Kiya*