Hidden (Urban Story)

Chapter 3

***Picture of Ra'Quan to the side***

Triana

I really didn't know what to do. I felt like a little child all over again when I was told to go hide in my closet when a bunch of scary ass men came kicking down the house door looking for my ma and dad. They both told me to go hide in the trap wall that they had built in when they bought the house. All I heard after that were a bunch of gun shots ringing out. I stayed hidden for about a good hour before my mom came and got me and I could tell something was wrong because she was crying. That was something I have never seen her do before. When she told me that my daddy was shot and killed I broke down and cried my little eyes out. I was always a daddy’s girl so the fact that I had lost him so early in my life crushed me.

Kayleeya and I continued looking out the window. There was no way either of us were about to go out there. I know for a fact I’m not going to accomplish shit if I go out there against 5 men, regardless of whether or not my brothers were out there. We watched as all three of my brothers hopped into the back of the truck and the truck sped off. Ughh this is why I do not like the fuckin thug life.

“I’m sure it’s gunna be fine Triana, your brothers are not stupid… all the time. I’m sure whatever the hell is going on will get sorted out.” Kayleeya said to me trying to calm me down and send me some comforting words.

“I don’t even know what to think to be honest. I just hope that I don’t lose any more family members to the game.” I expressed to her as a tear fell from my eye. I hate crying.

Quinton

I kind of felt bad for yelling at Triana but I did not want her involved in this. I just hoped that whatever the hell was happening right now would be sorted out. My brothers and I didn’t currently have any bad blood between anybody and I’d be damned if I let something happen to them.

We’ve been riding in silence for about 30 minutes now. Personally I wasn’t afraid of what was to come, and by the looks of it neither were my brothers. We finally pulled up to a warehouse that looked to be like it was in the middle of nowhere. Scratch that, it was in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but forestry. This looked like a bad ass horror movie and I started to get a little bit uneasy because the black people always die first in those muthafuckin movies. The 5 men hopped out the car and two of them led the way, the three of us had to be in the middle and then the last three men were in the back.  What the hell did they really expect us to do when they took all of our guns? As much as it would please me to go toe to toe with these bitches I knew when there was a battle I couldn’t win and like I said I’d be damned if anyone got hurt.

“Go through that door right there.” One of the big burly men said in a deep ass voice pointing to the only door that was around straight down a darkly lit hall that smelt like mold and mildew.

“Ahh okay.” We all replied in unison as we made our way to the end of the hall. I knocked on the door three times.

“Come in.” The unfamiliar voice behind the door had said. We did exactly that. When we entered the office it was pretty big. It had a huge ass desk in the center with a black fluffy area rug underneath. The walls were a dark brown which made the bright lights look very dim. Behind that desk sat a medium built man, with a dark skin complexion and a goatee.

“Have a seat.” He told us while pointing to the three chairs in front of the desk. We took our seats as we were instructed.

“I apologize for the way that my men picked you up today. We don’t plan on doing any harm to any of you as long as you listen very closely to what I have to say.” He let us know from the jump.