I Changed Him

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Cheyenne sat there in front of Cassie staring at her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should hide Cassie or tell the police...she was stuck. She knew one person that is an expert at this.

Sean received Cheyenne message. He read: can you come to my house? Sean tucks his phone quickly back in his pocket. He still was in detention and he needed a way out.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" He asks. The security smirks and tosses Sean bucket. Sean raises an eyebrow. "What the fuck?"

"You do whatever you need to do in that bucket, slick rick." Sean pulls his fingers through his hair.

"Y'all not seeing me pee! That shit nasty." Sean refuses.

"There ain't nothing wrong with peeing in a bucket."

"It is! Even when people are around you!" The security guard just ignores Sean's complaints. Sean just stares at the bucket. He still needed to go so he had a little plan in his mind. And he needed the bucket.

Ten Minutes Later....

Sean had the bucket full of...you know and it was dumped all over the guards. Because there was nothing in the class but a desk and two buckets. Sean smiles as he watches the Security guards wipe themselves off, they were so distracted, that Sean grabbed he keys hanging at the door, opened it and locked it on the other side. He tucks the key in his pocket and starts heading up the stairs.

Cheyenne was still waiting at the door. She has never been so worried and scared. She was pacing back and forth staring at her bloody fingers. She goes and washes them and grabs a towel and wraps it around her hand. A piece of glass got in her skin from smashing it so hard in, that she couldn't pull it out.

She peeks out her door and finds Sean already crossing the street out of breath. He stands on her porch.

"What...do...you need?" Sean asks. Cheyenne wipes of the sweat from her forehead.

"Sean...I did something really bad, that I might go to hell." Sean raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

"What chu do? wreck the house? You ain't goin to no damn hell." Sean teased. Cheyenne sighs and grabs Sean's hand and pulls him inside the house. There he saw a dead girl, with blood running from her face. "What you do girl?" Sean laughs. He found this funny, being what he is, he didn't panic or nothing. He laughed.

"I killed her." Sean raises bends down on his knees and feels the lifeless body.

"Bury her ass. It ain't that hard." Cheyenne pouts and rolls her eyes.

"Sean, I need to claim I did it." Sean laughs to himself and starts searching from trash bags.

"Hell naw! We bury her ass!" Sean pops open the bag and starts putting Cassie in the bag.

"Is this what you do?"

"Nah, I just leave em niggas where I killed dey asses. But I done dis shit befo." Sean washes his hands picks up the bag.

"You comin?" Sean asks. Cheyenne sits down on the couch and nods her head no. Sean leaves the house and drives to the woods. He gets out quickly and walks far in, going straight so he won't get lost. He has a shovel in his hand and started to dig. He puts the bag in the hole he dug. He puts all the dirt on top and pats the dirt properly on top.

He drives back to Cheyenne house and he finds her holding a knife to her neck. She was just about to commit suicide.

"Cheyenne!" Sean snatches the knife out of her hand and throws it. "What is wrong with you?!"

"I need to kill myself! I can't live anymore!" Sean fans Cheyenne by her waist and puts her over his shoulder. "Put me down!" She yells. Sean refuses.

"Cheyenne stop it! Your not killing yoself!" Cheyenne keeps throwing tantrum and eventually just gives up. Sean had his arms wrapped around Cheyenne so she wouldn't run off.

Silence was between them and Sean couldn't take it anymore. Cheyenne wanted to kill herself so bad and Sean decided to cheer her up.

"Cheyenne. Look at me. Am in prison?" Cheyenne looks at him.

"No."

"After all my drugs deals and bullets shot through people I'm still here." Cheyenne rolls her eyes and and stares at the ceiling.

"Sean, where you live, police don't care what happens, they let you guys die and suffer." Sean realized that Cheyenne was right. Guessing after Cheyenne had been in his neighborhood, she would have guessed that police don't come to Malcom. "Where I live is a completely different story." Cheyenne whined. She was right. Where she lived the police would have her in jail.

     "Don't kill yoself, please." Sean plead. Cheyenne sighs and wipes a tear off her cheek.

     "I'm just gonna turn myself in." Cheyenne said, heading to the door. Sean grabs her wrist and gives her a agitated look.

    "Bullshit. Yo ass stayin right here."

  Meanwhile, Trevy and Cory were hanging  and drug dealing. Of course, they had a plan up their sleeve to get rid of Cheyenne.

   "Man, we can't let dat bitch hypnotize my nigga." Trevy said, smoking a cigarette, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

    "I agree wit chu, so what we goin do?" Cory asks, giving a man a full back of powder cocaine. Trevy smirks a bit and glands over at his gun laying beside him on the couch. Cory smirks too, completely understanding where he's coming from.

    "Let's give her something she won't foget." Trevy chuckles a bit. "Let's just get some person to do shit fo us." Trevy says, "get friendly wit her, so she won't think we got somethin up our sleeve." Cory and Trevy nods. Little did they know, Cheyenne was way smarter than you think. Not math smart only, but logically smart.