Abusive Lifestyle™ [ON HOLD]

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Jhené

As I'm sitting on the cold metal bed, the bars open. I look up to see them throwing in a familiar face. I stood up. The girl stood up and ran to bars before they closed it. But just like me, she was to late.

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND! I DODNT DO IT--" She yelled.

"Miley?" I asked with a furrowed brow. She slowly turned towards me. When she finally did, her eyes got big and she ran towards me and gave me a tight hug as I did back.

"What're you doing here!?" I asked.

"Sean... He's dead..." She said as tears came down her face.

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Sean, 17

Sean is Mileys boyfriend, Sean and Malachi are best friends... Well were. Miley and Sean have been together for about three years, six months, 3 weeks, and 22 days. (She change her Kik name every day counting. Ex. 6/22/3/2015)

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"BUT I DIDNT DO IT! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" She continued.

"I do... Calm down..."

"You know who did it?"

She shook her head, no. Damn.

"So... Why they take you?"

"Because I was the last one with him, they say. But I didn't do it.I know it sounds like bull shit, but I didn't do it Jhené. I'm not even violent. But they couldn't find him! They think I killed him and burried him!" She stated.

"I know... I know..." I said as I began to think. The only person who didn't like Sean was... Cordell

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Aden

"AYE DAD!!" I yell frustrated as I walk in the trap house.

No answer. All I heard was Tazz screaming.

"AHHH SHIT!!" He yelled as a bullet was fired. I pull my pistol out. I his behind the door. I put my ear against the door to hear any movement. I heard foot steps coming  towards the door. I aimed the gun at the door and fired twice.

POW! POW!

Echoed through the house and alley way, which startled all the homeless crack heads.

"FUCK!!" I heard as a loud thump fell against the hard wood floor. I kicked the door an rushed in. I saw Tazz on the ground, gripping his leg.

"SHOOT THAT SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled in pain and aggravation.

I aimed the gun at the man. I looked at him and observed his appearance. He was brown skin, due rag, and was tall. He looked up at me, with rage. He was holding his thigh.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" I yelled.

"He fucking tried to set us up!" Tazz stated.

"That's what's up?"

"Nah man... S-see it ain't even like t-that..." He said.

"Look nigga we don't take kindly to niggas who try to ro--" I was cut off by a bullet, goes across my cheek, causing a scratch. I ducked. I jumped behind the desk. Tazz scooted somewhere safe. I got up enough where I could see and see there was about 9 men with guns. I pressed the red button under the desk that caused the siren to go off.

I shot at hit one in the neck. I ducked back down.

POW! POW! POW!

Bullets smashing against the wall leaving marks. I got on the side of the desk, shot one in the head, one in the chest, and one in the private. I moved locations cause shit was getting heavy. Tazz was behind the couch still gunning niggas. I dived behind a door that was busted open. Tazz stop shooting and everything was quiet. As I looked to my left. I seen a long AK47 easing around the corner. Then a hand. I grabbed the hand, pinned it against the wall so hard he dropped the gun. But he reversed back with a elbow to the jaw. I stumbled back. Then he tackled me on top of table, causing it to crash. I put my foot under his chest and flipped him over me, causing him to crash into a shelf, and the shelf collapsing on top of him. I walked over towards him. I grabbed him by the dreads, and drug him from under the book case. I kicked him in his face. Tazz finally managed to gain enough strength to get up. He limped his way to the other guy who was still weeping about his leg.

"SHUT THR FUCK UP!" Tazz said as he stomped his leg. Causing blood to squirt out his leg.

"TAZZ! WE NEED HIM ALIVE!!" I said as I grabbed the duck tape.

I covered the dread head mouth, hands, and legs to a chair as Tazz did the same with the other one. We put a thick bag over there heads as wesrug the chair down stairs. What am I kidding? We threw them downstairs. We turned on the light. This was the Torch room. For torturing someone who either stole from us, tried to kill us, etc. We sat them in the middle of the room. We snatched the bags off there heads. Surprisingly, they weren't crying or anything... For now.

I grabbed a cheese grater, as Tazz grabbed a bottle of acid. We walked over to the men. The dread head watched every move I did. Good, watch your ass regret coming here.

But first let's get to know these niggas.

"What's your name!?" I Yelled.

"Mmm mmmmmm"

I took the duck tape off their mouth.

"Ale Mathews..." He said looking hella pissed. I laughed to myself.

I took the duck tape off the dread head.

"What's yours?"

No response. Okay, tough muffin.

I back handed him with the cheese grater. His head turned, his dreads covered his face. He spitted out blood then a tooth.

"What's... Your name?" I asked again.

He looked back at me slowly after turning back around. I raised an eyebrow as I gripped the cheese grater again. I waited their patiently waiting on this nigga.

No response.

I raised the cheese grater, getting ready.

"OKAY! CORDELL MONROE ! DAMN!"