What Doesn't Kill Me...

Chapt. 36 - Mon

2:38 a.m.

"No party's or nun tonight? Its boring asf."

Ju shook his head. We been sitting outside for the last three hours smoking and drinking Hennessy.

"This shit got me feeling good then a muphuqa though."

I shook my head.

"Aye walk to store with me. Need a cigarette."

We got up and stumbled a lil before we got ourself together. Minding our business walking to the store, not bothering a soul.

"Both you punk ass bitches stop and turn around."

I busted out laughing as we looked back. Punk ass nigga with a mask and bullet proof vest on waving a gun at us.

"I got heat too nigga what you wanna do?"

I stepped towards the masked guy with the gun. Ju grabbed my arm and told me chill.

"Let me get them chains round y'all neck? Know you got some money, throw ya wallets."

My legs started to shake as I noticed how serious he was, and we don't have no heat on us.

"Why you doing this nigga?"

"Shut tf up nigga. You was hard couple seconds ago. Throw yo shit before I shoot yo ass."

I slid my chains from round my head and took my watch off.

"Y'all some bitches, I don't even want yo shit nigga, I want blood."

Before I knew it Ju and I both took off running going in different directions. I notice the guy in the mask came my way.

I took a wrong turn and had a fuckboy Ju standing in front of me with a gun pointed towards me.

I can't run, I can't do shit. Two guns, one nigga.

"The fuck is this shit man?"

"You Quan lil brother?"

My hands shook as I held my hands above my head.

"Ye... Yeah I am."

"Well I'm Omar lil brother. Tell Quan get ready to lay by the pulpit."

I shook my head rethinking the words that just came out Ju mouth.

"Why y'all coming for him? The fuck he do to y'all? Thought you was my rida nigga."

"Not yo business youngsta. Just make sure you warn ya brother. Hand over yo shit or get a bullet in ya brain bitch."

"Boy you shaking like a stripper over there, you good.... I'm my brothers rida, all this shit a game. You don't play it right, you die."

I threw my chains at Ju feet.

"Get yo ass up outta here nigga, we should've hit yo punk ass. Let me get them timbs on ya feet."

I slid off my shoes.

They put they guns up and busted out laughing.

"Omar was right, you not built for this shit. Go head, you can go."

I started to walk away, constantly watching my back.

"Speak about this and you'll be laying next to your brother."

"He already a dead man walking but we can make it a special & get you too."