Toxic

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Phillips, Domonic| Dom

I wanted too, but I couldn't tell her the truth. I knew that if I told her that I killed her brother that it would kill her and I couldn't do that to her after all of the shit I've caused already.

"I wouldn't do that to you Reagan," I spoke towards her, giving her reassurance when in actuality I was trying to tell myself.

She opened her eyes, and nodded her head. "I know. It's just been in my mind a lot lately, me and my brothers last conversation."

I nodded my head.
"So you in, for sure?"

"I promise, I'm in. Let's just go to the house because I'm ready to get out of here clothes."

I nodded my head, and started up the truck before being on our way back to Chinos house, but as I looked through the top mirror, guilt immediately started. Looking at Maine shake his head, I knew their would be consequences for my actions. I just didn't want or need it right now.

Rose, Reagan| Reg

Pulling up to the house, I jumped out and let them go to the gas station because I was mad sleepy, and felt filthy and not to mention I couldn't get my damn brother out my head. Neither could our last conversation go away.

I was trying to shake my head away from what would hurt me, but deep down inside I felt like my brother knew who was after him, and our last conversation led up to it.

I shook my head, and passed by Chinos actual house, to the big ass house behind their mansion that we were living in.

Walking into the house, I cozied up to the warm weather that I immediately felt. Realizing that all the lights were out, I turned around to turn the light on when it wouldn't come on.

I shook my head. "What the hell?"

Trying to cut the light on once again, I was immediately kicked to the floor by my back. I felt pain, in my back and hoped that the boys were outside as I screamed. "Fuck, Domonic!"

"Bitch shut up, and fight back, you little hoe!"

I shook my head not even believing this was happening to me. I knew this bitch was sneaky, I knew something was up with her.

"Fuck you!"

"No fuck Trinity," she smirked.

Standing up, she didn't knock me down which made me realize that she really wanted to get her ass Molly whopped. I turned around and with every bit anger in me, I aimed for her face which she tried to knock down but ended up getting knocked down herself.

Instead of doing my first thought and jumping on top of her ass, I reached behind me in the dark until I was sure I had found the lamp that I knew was a decoration by the door, and slammed it against her head.

Screaming, I watched as her voice was cut short once I got a piece of glass and finished it off in her throat, watching as her body went numb. The first thing I did was pick up her gun and put in my hands."Dumb bitch."

"And I guess your even dumber baby."

I shook my head, and looked up to the voice I heard which happened to be my pitiful ass mother. I would lie, and deny the fact that my mother wasn't beautiful but she was. Instead of wearing all black, she wore all white. A simple white blouse, with white skinny jeans, and a pair of creme combat boots. Her hair was in beautiful bouncy curls with a part in the middle, and in her hands dangled a precious gun.

"How nice to see mommy dearest," I smirked, not scared one bit.

Her face went blank, as she rolled her eyes.
"You could never be my daughter after the shit you've pulled tonight. I knew Jessica wouldn't last with you, but now it's me little girl so watch the way you talk to me."

I rolled my eyes, and held my finger up.
"I'm not your little girl. So wake up and smell them damn roses. We're nothing to each other. I see you as the shit that comes out of my ass everyday, how is that for me watching my damn mouth?"

She stepped closer to me about to hit me.
"Stop Rose."

Now I really couldn't believe this shit. Both of my parents were standing in front of me. I couldn't believe it. Pulling my gun out from frustration I pulled it out on my mother and father.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I better hear some talking before I shoot!"

"She won't do it."

"I know she won't," I watched my daddy kiss my mothers cheek and let one round off towards the wall.

"Actually I will, so try me."

"No you won't, so put the gun down," I heard in my ear, and lost my train of thought as I felt his gun press into my back. I was cornered and the boys were no were to be found. The person right in front of you could be the piece to the puzzle.

I shook my head. "Fuck you, you killed my damn brother!"

He started laughing and so did my parents as my fingers clutched onto the gun even tighter.

"Now I'm going to tell you to put the gun down one more time, baby girl."

I rolled my eyes. "Like I said fuck you."

His hold on his gun went from behind me to the side of my head, and for the second time in my life I had the feeling of a barrel of a gun positioned on the side of my head.

I really had no feelings about it. I didn't know how to feel. Death was always a corner to turn in my life and I knew it, but I wasn't ready to die. I wasn't. And I knew it was because I had so much shit on my plate to leave right now.

But all I could do was shut my eyes, as I felt his fingers go down on the trigger in slow motion, and the closer death was, the tighter my eyes clenched.

Until I heard one shot, go off, then another one until I heard three shots in total around me. I knew then that the boys had made it, but I hadn't.

"You not gone give your big brother a hug?"
Reagan turned around before she reached the first step, and shook her head, even though she couldn't stop herself from turning around.

"I love you so much Melo," Reagan cried into her brothers arms, as they rocked back and forth, side to side.

"I love you too Reagan," Karmelo spoke kissing his sisters forehead.