My Sexy Beast

Baby come back

|Shay Andrews|

"Shay! Im tired of you coming home in all hours of the night! Havent you learned from six months ago?" my dad yelled. I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed, turning up the music a little bit more the louder he got. He snatched the headphones off and threw them against the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

I ran to go check if it was broken and the jelly of the earplug came off and the headphone was dented. "Now you listening?". I glared at him and tapped my foot. "You came home just this morning! You told your mom that you would be home before 12:00. What happened?".  "We all decided to stay the night since it was so nice out and i didnt have my phone on me to call you and tell you. Sorry". He calmed down and sighed. "Grounded".

"For what?"

"One, not having your phone and still decide to stay. What if something happened to you and you didnt have your phone to call? What if something happened here and we needed you to come and look after Jr" he complained. "Jr is thirteen! He can handle himself!" i defended. "Point is, Shay. You were carless and thats a big saftey issue. I dont want you out of this house until i say so, do you hear me?"

I nodded my head. I heard one thing, but i sure as hell am going to do another. I took a nice hot shower. I let the warm water drizzle down my body as i soaped up myself and lathered. This is a great way to get rid of stress.

After i showered, i let my hair go damp and put it up in a ponytail. I wore my grey crewneck and plain black jeans along with my jordans. I shoved my phone in my back pocket and opened the window. This was at least a thirty foot drop but who cars.

I put both my feet on the ledge and crouched down. I checked to see if my door was locked and it was. I had my music up so dad thought i was in here cooling out.

I looked down and took a deep breath. I crossed my fingers and dropped down, tumbling on my way. My bones felt like they all cracked and my heart was pounding uncontrollably fast. What a rush!

I gained stregnth and got up, walking over to the guy's old house. I blasted Im Out by Nicki Minaj and Ciara and sang all the words.

I reached the house and walked in. It was silent and a little messy. "Anyone home? Jacob? Prod? Trey?" i walked in further and saw Trey on the floor by the steps. Was he hungover?

 I jogged up the steps, and realized he was not passed out. He was shot...

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The amound of blood that was sprawled on the floor didnt look too good for him. "Wake up, please. Baby wake up" i started to cry as I lifted him. He had blood drooling out of his mouth. I cringned to the sight and started to slowly drag him out.

I found his car and dug into his pockets, finding the keys. I lifted him up into the back seat and quickly ran to the drivers seat.

I started the car and drove to the hospital. I called up the guys and they were on their way too.

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I tapped my foot as i waited for the doctor to come out with his results. My eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, hesitating to come out. "Hes gonna be alright, Shay" Nala said. I stayed silent. I looked up at Prod and he looked so guilty. He had something to do with it, i know it. "What did you do..."

"Shay, i didnt do anything"

"What the hell did you do to him?!" i yelled. Nala tried to calm me down, "Nah! Because i know his pimp ass did something to him!". Nala looked puzzled at the word "pimp". "Pimp?"