I Changed Him

Revenge

! Place this song while you read plz !

Instead of going back home, Angus went to Malcom driving far, far, far down to Kingstons place.

Kingston was still there and was twenty years old, turning twenty one in a month. He has some regular corn rolls and some Jordan's, shirt, a couple of chains and piercings in his ears. Kingston puts his gun in his hand, just in case. When Angus came in through the door, he sat down on the couch.

"Who's you, barging in da damn door like dat?" Kingston said, pulling his gun. Jermiah pulled out his pistol and was about to start shooting.

"Hol' up! Hol' up! Ya'll! Dats Chainz right dere'!" Qill said, coming from the bathroom. Angus smiles, goes in his shirt and pulls out the first golden chain that Kingston had gave to him.

    All the boys smiled and started dapping Angus.

   "Where you been nigga?" Kingston asked, tucking his gun in his pocket.

  "Goin to college, dealing with baby stuff...that's all." Kingston raises an eyebrow and laughs hard.

   "You have a baby? Wit who?" Kingston asked.

   "My girl," everyone gasped in shock. Why? Angus said: girl.

    "Man! What happened to calling girls bitches?" Kingston asked, in a shocked manner, surprised to see his little brother(not really) has changed.

    "Look, I'm here for you to do somethin for me." Angus said, irritated.

   "Anything!" Qill said, stuffing a beer in Angus's hand.

   "Well, my sister, she got this boy named Sean-"

   "Wait, you mean gangsta Sean? Sean Coles?" Kingston interrupted. "Man, I hate that nigga. He stole my cocaine, and juggled some damn balls wit my family!"

   "Look, I need you to kill him for me. I tried and my sister saved his ass, so please? It's a deal?" Kingston and everyone nods. Angus knew it was gonna be this easy.

Angus stood up to head back to his apartment, but Kingston grabbed his arm.

"Where's you goin?" Kingston asked.

"Back home. I got a baby in there!" Kingston stuffs his cocaine under the couch and grabs his keys.

"Hell naw, we comin wit you. Imma bring some blunts and shit, cause we need to catch up." Quin and Jermiah nods in agreement. After two years of not seeing there little Chainz, they really need to get back together.

"No blunts." Angus said, tucking his gun back in his pocket. The four headed out the door with their beer and jumped in Angus's car. As soon as yet sat down, they gasped in shock.

"What the fuck? Man, what the fuck is you? Some damn celebrity or some shit?" Kingston asked, adjusting to the soft cushion. After riding in cheap, rented cars that had no type luxury, it was going to get some used to for Kingston and everyone to adjust.

"No, its my car King." Angus said, already irritated.

"Well damn, no need to catch some pussy," Kingston snapped, "shit..." Angus rolled his eyes and pulled out the parking lot, heading out of Malcom. The rest of the car ride, was silent. After not seeing Freshz in two years, things were just a bit awkward. Angus pouts and rubs his lids.

"So, what have y'all been doing?" Angus asked, trying to talk hoody again. He thought that's why things were so awkward, because Angus had changed a lot, and because Angus is more mature than everyone else. Kingston and the others wouldn't be very interested in talking.

"We been raping, killing, some old shit we used to do, nothin really new." Jermiah answered, scratching his dreads.

"What you been up to? Since you all genius shit nah?" Quin asked, determined to start a conversation.

"The only thing is my daughter and my that damn son of a bitch, nothing really." Angus shrugs, keeping his eyes focused on the dimmed roads.

"Man, you's life sound like shit. You need to turn up yo ears." Kingston said, unlocking his phone.

"I still got that gun thing though." Angus said, trying to fit in with his group.

"Man, you datin a damn bitch and and go have a girl. You ain't think about us since." Kingston said hurt, "bros befo hoes. We'd you only bros before you even had the hoes." Kingston teased. Angus grinned.

"At least my hoes got some dick better than bros can do." Angus said back. He was slowly starting to miss the times when Angus and Kingston would go back to back to each other while Jermiah and Quinalways cheered. Kingston was happy Angus still had some of that fun side on him, so while he had it, Kingston took advantage of it.

"This dick fucked many hoes, than my bros." Kingston teased back. Quin ooed.

"I made my bitch scream, can that prove I still got my bitch fucker ego?" Angus said, laughing in thoughts from what he said.

"How many bitches you fuck when you didn't meet that girl?" Quin asked. Angus thought about it, counting from the years he first had his hands on a condom.

"My first fuck was when I was 13, so, I did about twenty-three, fourteen and fifteen together I did about 14, and 16 and 17, was 24, so all together that's 61." Kingston, Quin, and Jermiah clapped in astonishment.

     "Damn, I ain't even done that shit that much." Kingston said, shocked, "wait, so you fucked bitches even when you weren't here?" Kingston asked, looking deeper into thought. Angus nods.

    "Shit. That's fucking savage!" Quin said, high fiving Angus. Angus smiles, fully proud. Kingston wasn't paying any attention.

   "No fucking savage King?" Jermiah asked. Kingston plucks Jermiah's forehead and continued his eyes on his phone. A tear fell down his cheek as he covered his mouth in shock.

    "What's wrong wit chu?" Kingston grabs Angus by his collar and tosses him to the passenger seat. Angus was surprised to see Kingston do such a thing. Angus seeing Kingston this mad was new, so he knew it would just be better to follow what Kingston was going.

    "Tell me where did nigga live!" Kingston shouts. Angus smirks and starts leading Kingston to Sean and Cheyenne. Kingston was pissed after the news he had received, and it wouldn't do anything but make him want more revenge.