Life Under The Gun.

2. Red Bones.

Kea|

Present Day...

Kea O'Neil.

I sat on my porch chewing on some gum. My arms rested on my thighs. I looked around the my hood in Inglewood taking in all the different sounds. Their was some loud ass hoes yelling and shit with their squeaky ass voices on the corner.

I rolled my eyes and stood up slipping my feet into my Adidas slides. I walked out my yard and opened up the small gate and walked out onto the pavement hearing Serena by Dej & Dreezy blasting from a car that was passing by. I spat my gum out into the side walk before I continued walking.

"Damn, look'at lil red bone right'chea." I heard a deep voice speak. I made eye contact with some corner boys feeling the urge to massacre all of them. I mugged them and kept it pushing hearing them speak about me amongst themselves.

I smirked knowing that I'd pay them a visit one day just for being bold enough to try me. I spotted Raven sitting and lifting a weight on his front porch as some trap song played in the background.

I gave him a head nod and he nodded back at me as I walked. I passed by some thots that were all over some corner niggas that gathered around a Cadillac.

I nodded at Prince who was sitting on the hood of the car.

The girls mugged me and whispered things under their breaths causing me to flick them off. "Suck a healthy dick, bitches." I shouted at them over my shoulder causing them to get ratchet yelling shit at me only causing me to chuckle and shake my head.

I sat my hands in the pockets of my basketball shorts as I turned the corner almost reaching my destination to the corner shop. "Kee', lemme holler at you." I heard a female voice causing me to turn and lock eyes with Rasheeda.

I raised my eyebrow at her and walked up to her. "What'id is?" I questioned and she shrugged and sipped on her drink in a red cup. "Nothing really, just wondering if you could get me some of that shit from Quincy." She whispered and I frowned. "I don't understand why you can't get the damned crack yourself." I spoke in a confused tone and she sat her cup down and stood up.

She sniffed from her nose and rubbed it before she looked into my eyes. Her thin frame reminded me of my moms, except my mom was darker in skin color. "I can't Kee'. I don't have the money and Quincy ain't selling to me. Please." She begged causing me to turn my head to the side, thinking about what I should do.

I shook my head and faced her. "I'm not tryna gun nobody down cause you won't pay your debts cause then I'd have to off you too, which wouldn't work in your favor. Don't make your problems mine, Rasheeda." I spoke preparing to walk away but she grabbed my arm causing me to turn and sharkiesha her in the face.

I heard a crack and I wondered if it was my knuckles or her nose. "Don't fucking grab on me. You don't and never will know me like that." I spat looking into her eyes as she held her now bleeding nose.

Tears welded up in her eyes as she looked at me with fear. I turned and walked out of her yard. "You gon get yours one day, Kea. You gon stop acting better than others." She yelled once I was a good distance away from her causing me to glance at her with a look of disgust before I continued walking.