Don't shoot, my love.

Chapter 1~ I see him.

  I slowly walk towards the door, my hand shaking as I turn the knob, I see my brother.. tatted up, gold chain, j's, fresh cut, piercings. This is exactly what he wanted to look like when he was younger. 

"ReRe." He says, as he limps over to me almost stumbling on top of me.

"What happened to you?!" I screamed.

"I got shot.. last week, drive by, you know the regular." I hate when my brother says 'the regular' it shouldn't be the regular his ass shouldn't be up in the streets all the time. I pulled him into my car and I drove to the nearest hotel. I knew my momma would be upset.. NOT upset. Beyond pissed (bat shit crazy) if she found out Jason (my brother) got shot. 

"Reina? What are you doing here so late..." Damon asked me as I looked around, Damon is my best friend from elementary school. Good thing we never moved cuz' I wouldn't be able to live without that fucker.  His mom owns a long chain of hotels across Atlanta, Damon has to work at one of them if he wants to continue playing basketball. 

"I'll tell you later or sum.... Just give me a suite." I huffed as he handed me two room keys.

"I'm only letting you do this because I missed you.. and I trust your stupid ass." Damon mumbled.

"Are you fucking dumb?! You really need to stop doing that. What if one day you get shot and you don't make it." 

"That's coo. I'm straight." He sighs.

"Your not fucking straight. Your stupid, I cant have you leaving for years and then coming back randomly when yo ass feels like it." I snapped as I took a bite of an apple.

"It's the only way I can get my money.." He trailed off.

"So? You can try getting a job, a real job." I said as I handed him a glass of water.

"You can't stay off the streets, the second you start you cant stop. It's my way to live." Jason said.

"Just get a fucking job!" I felt like there was no hope for him, I'm only 17 he's 20 it's not like he'll listen to me.

...

"GET UP!" Jason yelled.

"What!? It's too fucking early." I huffed.

"They found me, we got to go." Jason whispered. We followed Damon out the back door and ran for the car, a black van was a few feet away from our car, I told Jason to put his hood up and hold my hand to not make it not so obvious. 

"Riena!?" I heard a familiar voice, I jerked my head back to see Mike. He's worse than my brother, he does everything in the book. 

"Uhh.." I looked at Mike's hand he had it in his pocket which meant he probably had a gun.