I Changed Him

Bitch Fucker

Morning was coming upon Cheyenne at 7:36 in the morning. She was so happy from last night and knowing she has niece, it's the best feeling ever.

She jumped out her bed and does her daily hygiene. She rushes downstairs and starts fixing pancakes for everyone. She got everything she needed and stet are making her breakfast. Angus was at home with his daughter and had just hung up the mobile and had Normani in her crib. He needed to feed her so he grabbed a bottle, and gave Normani a formula milk.

    Angus fed her and afterwards lightly patted her on the back and put her back in the crib. There isn't much to do with a newborn, so he just left Normani in her crib.

    He turns on the tv and and watches the news. He has been obsessed with the Trump stuff. Truthfully, he believes Donald Trump is insane, so just watching chaos and things happening all over the news, is better than the cartoons he used to watch.

    He couldn't get enough of Donald Trump and watching Donald Trump make a fool of himself, hilarious. However, he really wanted something else than just sitting in front of the tv.

    He wants to be pleased, so he couldn't wait till Sara got back. Smiling at the tv for minutes, he saw a warning, making him boiling hot.

     "In Malcom Streets, there has been a shootout found in the home of Deytron Soll. He was found dead in his bed, with about 5 bullets in his chest, a girl was found face flat on the floor with two bullets in her head, and multiple people dead in the living room. Berchem, back to you." Angus pulls his face in frustration. He knew exactly who had caused this shootout. With his intelligence, he knew it was Sean and some of his friends.

Angus had had enough, so he turned off the tv, went in the bedroom and rummaged under the bed to find a pistol and some bullets. He nervously grabbed his pistol and puts in the bullets, with memories flooding back.

Flashback

It was about six years ago, Angus had held his first gun, and went to his first shootout. He was only fourteen at this time, and meeting a couple of friends at his school, Kingston, Jermiah, and Quin, the hoodlum boys. Angus had no friends at that time and Kingston, Jermiah and Quin took him in and decided to make him tough.

Kingston liked to be referred to as King and Jermiah is Trapp, and for Quin, Qill, and for Angus, Chainz. Kingston treated Angus as a brother. Angus has golden chains, fresh shoes, haircuts, and baggy pants. All the good stuff. Their gang name is Freshz.

Soon enough, Angus was calling girls bitches, referring his to friends as niggas, and calling himself a bitch fucker.

He still had some sense in him, so that night, Kingston and his friends wanted to bring Angus to a shootout, the deep parts of Malcom in fact. Angus had held his first gun, and his first shoot was at a little girl. He killed at least five people that night and left scared to shit.

"What if the cops got us? What we goin do then?" Angus asked. At this time, his voice was becoming more manly and tough, but still had some cracks.

"Kill dey asses too, dat all." Kingston and Angus smiles back.

"I killed a five year old bitch and some old niggas, how dat?" Angus smirks. Kingston chuckles and fixes his rear mirror.

"Chainz, you a fuckin good shooter, yo ass need to be out here and not in those damn white areas." Angus nods in agreement. With being around Kingston and his friends all the time, Kingston was slowly turning Angus to him.

End of Flashback

Angus smirks and stuffs his pistol in his pocket. He did get out of his shooting habits and he still had some trouble talking proper to ladies, however he still stayed fresh.

He barged into his house, where Cheyenne was cooking. She literally jumped in shock and dropped the pancakes on her.

"What the hell!" Cheyenne yells. Angus ran up the stairs and went to his room to find Sean playing video games. Angus clicks his gun and holds it to Sean.

"What yo problem?" Sean asked, pissed that Angus would just pull a gun out on him.

"You were at the shootout weren't you? At Deytrons?" Angus asked, bursting with anger.

"No! What chu mean? I ain't do nothin!" Sean surrenders. He was always good at lying, so when he could be hanging on the cliff, he went down with a simple lie.

"I ain't no damn dumbass! Were you at the 377?!" Angus asked again. Sean smirks and turns off the tv.

"How the fuck you know some damn 377? You ain't in da hood." Sean asked, slyly. Sean pulled his gun from his pocket and clicked it back. "So, what if I did? What chu gonna do?" Sean asked.

The was like a true hood to true hood fight, and this kinda fight, will be aggressive. Cheyenne was bolting up the stairs. Why? Because when Angus and Sean meet eyes, things go down.

"Shoot your ass." Angus said.

"Cheyenne won't forgive you, and Lola, she will find out you from the hood." Sean said.

"Bitch, I'm a wealthy ass hoodlum. I ain't from da hood. So chill." Angus scowled. Cheyenne burst through the door and closed it, and locked it.

"Put the guns down!" Cheyenne yells. Sean did, but Angus didn't move an inch. He wanted Sean dead and Cheyenne wasn't going to stop him.

"Fuck no! This bitch was at the shootout! The damn 377!" Angus yells. "Your in love with this nigga, and all he's gonna do is turn on your ass and shoot your brains out! Do you want that?!" Angus asked. Cheyenne shakes her head no, but she trusted Sean and she felt safe with him. "I fucking thought so, get yo nosy ass outta here!" Angus yells. Cheyenne walks over to Sean and hugs him.

   Stop being such an overprotective brother!

  He obviously trying to change!

   You are choosing who Cheyenne should date!

   She's not your teddy no longer!

   People change. (What Sara said in last chapter)

   Angus puts the gun down and tucks it in his pocket, pouting, still with an angry furrowed look.

"Get the fuck outta here." Angus aid calmly, referring to Sean.

"Asshole!" Sean spats. Angus stood up and attacked Sean. Continuously punching him in the face. After his last punch, Angus finished Sean with a kick in his stomach. He shoves Cheyenne out his way, grabs his keys and heads out the house