I Changed Him

Just Heating Up

Sean and Cheyenne were doing what they wanted: having sex, this time with a condom. After what had happened just an hour ago, it felt like a warning, so they decided to slow down.

After an hour and half, they climaxed and relaxed next to each other. As they panted heavily, they talked.

"Cheyenne, Angus is deep shit thinking he can kill me." Sean said, whimpering. Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, surprised to see Sean so stressed about it.

"And why is the boy who has been in the hood for years and has shot plenty of people crying because my brother is about to kill him?" Cheyenne asked, leaving sarcasm.

"Cheyenne, your brother may not have been raised or born in the hood, but he hung there," Sean said, "His group, the Freshz were the most hoodest, hoodlums in all Malcom. They live like at the back area of Malcom where you can barely stay in your house protected," Cheyenne had ears, wondering if this was a lie, "he shot wit em, fucked wit em, get drunk wit em, raped wit em, he was with the most dangerous gangsta groups in all of Chicago," Sean paused and hopped out of bed, starting to put his clothes back on, talking at the same time. "He had the most skilled shoots anyone could ever do. I remember I heard that he killed about thirteen people on his first run, and after all that, he went out in more shootouts!" Cheyenne was suddenly frightened of her brother. Hearing your brother rapes girls, gets drunk occasionally, shoots people for fun, it's probably the last thing you EVER want to hear about your brother.

"Just bring your group." Cheyenne suggested, still laying in bed. Sean smiles and gets back in with her.

"We not at best lines right now." Sean said, ashamed. Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, baffled.

"Wait, why aren't you friends with them?" Cheyenne asked, eager to understand where this all came from.

"You...ever since I hung wit you and not them, we been separatin'." Cheyenne felt horrible. It was her fault he didn't have friends. She then smiles, and her face saddens as she gets into deeper thought.

"Sean, I wouldn't trust them." Cheyenne said," the only reason they not hanging with you is because you hang with me, and I'm changing you. Me knowing Trevy and Cory, they get whatever they want, and won't give up till they get it." Cheyenne said. Cheyenne was smart for reasons like this, to uncover hidden mysteries. She slips back on her clothes and gets on the bed.

"Sean, I have a feeling they are trying to kill me." Cheyenne said. Sean stopped messing with his curls, and held his mouth open. Thinking why they would try to do such a thing.

A boy with nigga knots is Cory, if him and Trevy are trying to kill Cheyenne, Deytron must've been assigned. Sean's final thought angered him. He has never been so disappointed, and disgusted in his friends. He gets up from the bed and starts to grab his semi automatic gun.

"Sean! What are you doing?!" Cheyenne asked, having a deep feeling something was going down.

"Deytron was just a assigned murderer. It's my damn friends who did dis shit." Cheyenne gasped and tried to fight the gun out of his hand. She couldn't believe he was about to kill his own friends and cousins, just for her. It may sound sweet, but it sounds messed up and cheesy.

"Sean! Don't kill them! You'll never forgive yourself!" Cheyenne said. Sean snapped his hand out her grip and shoved her hard into the wall.

"You such a fucking bitch! You let these niggas treat you like shit, and when Karma supposed be gettin they asses you wanna protect them!" Sean yells. He was so pissed, he hadn't realized how his words hurt Cheyenne.