The Gangleader

Chapter 4

     It's been two months and Eric and I are inseparable. I love being near and with him. He makes me laugh and smile every day. I can't get enough of him.
       He's like my best friend and I feel like I could tell him anything-except one thing, which I found out today.
       We were in the neighborhood of Compton and we were standing around laughing and talking when we saw these three guys walk by.
          They were staring at us and Eric started to get irritated with it. "The fuck are you looking at?!"
        "What motherfucker?", one of them said and raised their shirt to reveal a gun in his waistband and I started to get scared.
        "I said what the fuck are you looking at, bitch?!", he said and stepped up to the guy.
      I started to get scared and pulled on Eric's arm. "Come on, E. He's not worth it, let's just go".
       He started backing up slowly, still looking at the guy. "Yeah, listen to your bitch and keep it going".
         "What the fuck did you just call my girl?!", he said pulling out his own gun and popping the safety off of it.
        "Eric!", I yelled. "Come on, walk away".
    I finally got him to start walking and we went back to his car and got in. He took a deep breath and put his gun in the glove compartment and started is car up and we drove away.
        "Are you ok?", I asked
   He nodded. "Yeah, just can't stand those mother fuckers."
      I grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently. "Calm down, baby".
      He took a deep breath. "I should get my boys and we roll up on this bitch".
      I frown. "Why would you do that?"
  He looked at me and sighed. "Imma be honest with you. Imma crip".
      I choked on my spit. "Your a what?!"
    "Come on, baby, don't freak out on me like that, just let me explain".
     "Stop the car".
     "Aria"
     "Stop the mother fucking car!"
     He pulled over and I jumped out and started walking away as he called after me. "Baby! Baby, wait! Talk to me".
       I just kept walking until I broke out in a run and I ran all the way to a diner and walked in and sat down in a booth.
       It's not the fact that I care he's a crip. But it's just the fact that I come from a family of bloods, granted not biologically but I'm still associated with them.
I know he's not gonna be happy about me and he'll probably never want to see me again. Maybe I'll just keep my distance from now on. It's the best way to protect him and myself.
Hopefully.