Troubled: The Good, The Bad, & The Real

Chapter II £ The Shooting

----Jenn POV **picture Jenn**

"So, what happened last night," Fait asked.

"It gets messy," I began to tell her.

"I wanna know everything, from start to finish."

"Ok, so last night we all decided to go to the mall and to see a movie after we got from the mall. Me, Paula, Greg, and Tim. So we went to the plaza place where it has everything set up, you know what I'm talking about," she nodded in agreement. "We were in the mall, Paula and I walked into Victoria Secret. The guys waited outside, obviously not wanting to come in. They HATE that place. We came out, and the guys were gone. We just didn't think anything of it. I texted them and what do you know, they at the food court. Of course! So we make our way down, me and Paula, there and we split up, me and Greg, and Tim and Paula. We ate and came back into our group blah blah you know. Some girl bumped Paula and she spazzed on her dumbass. You know how she is. Tim was holding her back and ol girl dude ran up on Tim on some reckless type shit. They got into a fight dead center of the mall. Tim grabbed a gun out of his sock, pulled it out, shot dude in the shoulder. Me, Greg and his girl backing up. I'm looking at him like he stupid as hell cause WERE IN THE MALL!" I had to stop a drink some water, too much to tell. "I looked at Greg and we made a calculated decision and dipped. And I heard Paula and Tim got arrested. Haven't heard from them yet but planning on going to like the police station and running a muck 'til they tell me something. I gotta know wassup."

      She busted out laughing, "wait so y'all just left them?"

      "No sense in us getting mixed up in it. Somebody had to be free to be able to get them out."

      "Yeah okay."

We pulled up to the hospital and we went in. They lead us to Greg's room. We sat down and I continued telling the story.

"We decided that we'd still go see the movie to calm ourselves down. We didn't know how to react to everything. But we weren't planning on watching the movie seriously. We were walking towards my car and it was dark, around 8:50. As were walkin', Pookie pulled up. Pookie, Lil Scooter, and James ran out the car, pushing me away from him, I obviously got mad yelling at him. The fuck, he push me for! They ended up jumping him and I couldn't do anything but scream because James like bear hugged me. They fucked him up and people stood there just watching. Then James yells, fuck with my money again you'll never live again. The people running  seeing that James pulled out a gun and I was just stuck, James shot him in the knee and chest. I was starting to break down at that point still not knowing how to react. I cried and called 911. Couldn't move couldn't do shit but just look at him, I was so hurt. But that was my fucked up ass night. Now I'm sitting here in a hospital waiting to see if my boyfriend gone pull through. I promise you, James won't be living very long."

"Hold up. Bitch. That's MY boyfriend."

"I don't care. If he a real boyfriend, he wouldn't have hit yo ass, now would he have?"

"Okay. He was angry. But that's still my man."

"He threatened yo dumbass. If you keep fucking with him--"

I cut her off immediately not wanting to hear what she was going to say, "Alright. I'm done." I got up and started to walk away.

"Fait, come here, " she said running up behind me, " he said he gone get you and I'm not gone let that happen. So you staying here."

"I'm sorry. You caught me off guard with that bullshit."

"I'm sorry too."

"Now, we need a plan for you getting clothes and you gotta do something because, I don't trust that man."

"Bet."

We went back into the room and just sat there in silence for a while. I grabbed her and as I couldn't stand the sight of seeing my boyfriend laying in this hospital bed over some petty change.

"Did he owe him a lot?" Fait asked stopping me in my thoughts.

"I mean shit I don't know. I didn't think Greg ever bought nothing more than just some weed off him."

She paused for a second, a concerned look ran straight across her face. "Jenn, James don't sell weed anymore. He haven't since I been with him honestly."

"What he sell?" At this point I didn't know whether to be mad or sad. I knew he couldn't be doing anything other than smoking weed.

"Jenn I don't think Greg would do that."

"WHAT IS IT?"

"I'm sorry girl he sell percs I mean, it's not that bad."

"But you know damn well I don't like that shit!"

"Calm down girl—"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Jenn listen! What if he just sell it?"

"Sell it! You think that make it any better."

"Yeah he making money. That's probably why lately he been doing so much for you. Y'all been going out damn near everyday, he bought you that bracelet and all that other shit, but mostly that expensive ass bracelet!" We both had to laugh at that. "I'm sorry but I don't think it that bad!"

"Would you do it?" And then she stopped and looked at me. "Well I guess its anything for James right?" I rolled my eyes, sat back in my chair. I was so over the conversation at that point. It was bad enough he had roped my best friend into this and threatened her life, now he could possibly have my boyfriend in it too? It had to be a lot of money for him to shoot him over. Did he spend it all on me?