Music is blasting surrounds me til the point, I feel the vibrations from the bass. My phone begins to vibrate also. I pick up, and hear heavy breathing. I paused.
"Mak...... You good man ?" I asked. I stopped waiting for a reply. "Yea, im good, but I need you to pop the trunk."
" Sure but for ........"
"Nigga just do it.", he interrupted.
"Aight. ", he hung up.
By now I'm at the stairs of the house. The party is still in motion, and there's plenty of people going up and down the steps. Everyone talking, and the music becomes ten times louder than usual. Its like I can hear every bodies thoughts except my own. I continue to walk down the wall. I hear a door opens, but by the time I could turn around, I was pushed into another room. The door shut closed and locked. "Wuss good bro." Without there being an inch of light besides, the light pushing past the blinds. I know exactly who it was. All anybody could see was shadows, and if you were near the blinds, which I was, parts of peoples faces.
"Ya know I really hate it has to be this way, but you were getting in the way of things. I told you around the time we first met if anything or anybody gets in my way, it gotta go..... In conclusion you were getting to big in these streets and somebody needed to take you out, I mean what fifteen year old you know bout damn near an OG ranking in the streets...."
I knew I was blowing up but damn. " So that's what this about.... Ranks, what about loyalty."
"Nigga, these streets know no loyalty!" He added.
"....I been tryna put you out the game, but you and that little buddy of yours manage to live through everything. So when Caesar comes up to me and offers 50K to get rid of you, I took it. But I told him to take care of your friend so we could take care of you, but I guess that didn't go so well. Don't you get it.. I sent all those hits on you. When you got robbed, that was me. The shoot out at the light. Ya boy D'lo was in, that's why he felt so guilty and off himself. I got eyes everywhere. Besides its not like your important, your just a little dime bag boy...."
Sometimes I forget Memphis is nineteen.
"But on a more important subject, where's your lil friend at? I know you didn't come alone to try and kill us ?"
"For one who said I came to kill you. One of my lil females invited me." I said tryna keep cool. Next I hear a gun cocked from the shadows, then " Ight nice doing business with ya. " POW POW.... MEMPHIS FELL TO THE GROUND.....
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Swing My Way: Freshmen year
Roman pour Adolescents( A CHRIS BROWN FAN-FICTION ) A fifth- teen yr old moves to Atlanta and starts high school. He goes from average teen to trapstar in only his freshman year. But faces so much trails and tribulation, from betrayal to back stabbing. Read & find out ab...
