Braylee POV
When I got home I packed some clothes in my bookbag
Aye finna be lit Quincy said climbing in my window grabbing my bag
Why you act so black I said
Cuz I'm mixed duhhh he said climbing back out
I followed walking along the fire escape to his window following him inside
Is your mom home I asked
Yeah she know you here though
Quincy I heard someone say knocking in the door
Yes he said back
I have someone here for you she said
Go in the closet Quincy mouthed
I went in his closet climbing down the step that was there pulling the cardboard back over the opening
Quincy POV
My mom opened the door and a man walked in
He handed her a stack of money and I raised my eyebrows
Where's the girl he said
What girl I said
Where is she he yelled smacking me
I don't know I yelled back
He grabbed me by my shirt throwing me at the wall and I groaned in pain as he kicked and punched me
I really don't know I yelled as he kicked me in my face
I stood up swinging at his face hitting him in his jaw but got kicked back down
He pulled out a gun pointing at me
I put my head down closing my eyes when a gun shot went off
I looked up seeing the man on the floor and lee with a gun in her hand
She dropped it and started crying instantly
Where is the kid I heard someone yell
I cracked the door open seeing 3 police officers holding my mom from falling over because she was drunk
I dragged the mans body out my window throwing it over the bars
My son is in there with his friend my mom said stumbling in my room as I backed up
We need you to come with us Quincy brown do you know a braylee Johnson he said
That's her I said pointing to braylee sitting on my bed
Is that a gun the police officer said
Yeah not mines though my mom gave it to me for protection I said
We need y'all to come he said
We followed him out the apartment down to his cars along with lots of other kids from the building
