It was sunny as hell outside. I shielded my eyes with my hands as I walked into the sunlight.
Beep Beep!
I looked to see a all black charger. The passenger window rolled down and I saw Mario.
"Get in the car nigga!" Martez shouted from the driver seat.
I shook my head in disbelief and hopped in the backseat. "Martez can you pull yo seat up?" I asked. This nigga seat was literally sitting on me.
"Fuck you" he joked as he pulled his seat up a little. "Is that better little nigga?"
"Yeah" I mumbled.
"Where you live?" He asked as he pulled off.
Around the corner from where you shot me at. I thought. "On Forrer." I told him
"Aye!!! That's around the corner from where I shot yo ass at!" He laughed.
"Nigga chill the fuck out, you talk to fucking much!" Mario yelled.
"Bitch who the fuck you talking to? You can get the fuck out my shit and walk." Martez yelled back.
"Nigga and I'll tell mama and be a lil snitching ass bitch."
"Lil pussy I'm 19. Fuck she gone do!?" Martez asked?
"Take the keys to this shitty ass Charger and yo Camaro... BITCH!" Mario yelled.
It got quiet after that. We rode to my house in silence.
"Right here" I pointed to my house. The car stopped.
"Good looks" I said as I grabbed my bag full of money and got out.
I walked up my porch steps and unlocked the glass door while the car pulled off.
I unlocked the second door and walked in.
"Ma?" I called out.
"I'm in the kitchen!" I walked through the living room and dropped the bag when the aroma of chicken hit my nose.
"It smell good in here" I said sitting in a chair
"I know. I was in here whipping it UP!" She said tryna sound cool. She set a plate down
"No mama. Talking street is not for you" I laughed as I bit into my chicken.
She smiled. "I'm glad you're home. And I'm even more glad you're still here." Her smile faded into a frown " Now that I think about it, I didn't sign no papers so you can leave the hospital. YOU BETTER NOT HAVE SNUCK OUT!" She yelled making me drop my chicken back on the plate.
"No Ma," I groaned. "My friend Mario's older brother signed my papers." I said as I got up and got some hot sauce.
I regretted saying that soon as it came out my mouth.
"I don't remember a Mario,"
I don't like lying to my mama so I told the truth
"I just met him. "
I regretted that too.
"When?!" she asked.
"The night I got shot." I looked away and mumbled.
"Where do we look when we speak!?" She started to yell.
"The night I got shot." I spoke up.
"Oh hell no." She chuckled while shaking her head. "Dont tell me you actually stupid enough to be all "Buddy Buddy" with the little fuc-" she stopped. "Boys who shot you."
"Mama. It wasn't like that. Plus it's you who teaches me to forgive and forget." I reminded her.
She laughed. "I remember when you were little, and that boy at the park pushed you out the way and took your turn on the swings. You punched him square in the mouth and knocked out his tooth. You didn't want to forgive something as little as that, but you want to forgive something as big as this?" She asked.
"Yes. Ma I swear. I'll be fine."
"I just don't want you to get hurt again. Or worse. Next time the bullet could hit something important. Like your heart or your lungs." She said with sincerity.
"I know mama. But I'll be fine. I promise."
"OK. You know I love you. No matter what, you'll always be my baby." She hugged me tight. "Now I gotta go to work. I'll see you at 8."
"Ok" I replied as she left.
I ate my chicken and took a nap.
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Sorry about the late update. Phone was confiscated. Plus school soooo...
