What Doesn't Kill Me...

Chapt. 49 - Mon

My girl and I decided to stay in and chill since it's freezing outside and raining. Lately things with us have been good. She takes my mind off this shit going on with Quan, shit I have nothing to do with.

"Oh my Godddd ! He killed June babe !" Jayla and I cuddled as we watched 'Brotherly Love' on Netflix. The way her eyes teared up you'd think she knew the man. "That's some foul ass shit right there." She wiped tears out her eyes as June lil sister held him in her arms continuously crying. "Just shows that you have to watch the company you keep no matter how they seem, no matter how they treat you. Not everyone is for you, some people are around for their own purposes whether good or bad." I nodded my head as my phone vibrated alerting a text.

My heart dropped as I looked at a picture of my bloody father in what seems to be a dirty ass dark room. I read the words underneath and instantly grew angry.

Text: Omar

O: Yall wanna keep playing? Tell yo bitch ass brother because of him ya daddy slowly dying. Better come save him now, he not gone make it to later.

I jumped up off the couch throwing my clothes on. "Montray what's wrong?" I ignored Jayla as I buckled my belt and threw my shirt on. "Take me home, lets go." She jumped up asking no questions with a shirt of mine on and her brothers basketball shorts. We pulled up at the apartment and I hopped out running up the stairs.

"Aye Quan where you at nigga?!" My blood boiled as I slammed the door not realizing Jayla followed me up.

Keisha walked out the room looking like a sleepy zombie. "Why is you yelling Mon?" I slammed my phone on the table. "Where the fuck ya man at Keisha huh? My daddy in his bullshit cause he wanna run instead of handling his damn business. What if that was Laysia huh?" Keisha looked at the phone and her eyes got big. "They gone to get icecream, calm down I'm calling." Jayla pulled me on the couch trying to get me to calm down but I just couldn't do it. This is bullshit, what if that was my sister man?

Thirty minutes later Quan swagged his way in the house. "What's the problem lil bro?" I jumped off the couch. "You and your bullshit man. Look at that shit, that's my daddy nigga. My daddy could be dead nigga, cause of yo dumb ass bullshit." Quan scolded me and looked at my phone. "He want me to come to him... Yo Mon I didn't know he would go this far man." I slammed my hand against the wall. "He want you dead nigga, he'll do anything at this point to get yo head Q. This nigga don't care. He want you dead, so if he gotta kill my daddy to get you there he'll do that." Quan stood there staring at me.

Ray walked in breathing like she just finish running a marathon. "Yo Quan, Omar on some stupid shit, we gotta do something." I stood there breathing heavily. "What's up Ray, I need some information. We gotta be smart with this shit man." Ray stood there like she was holding back something. "Spit it out Ray !" She looked at me. "He sent some ganstas, apparently Trell been working with Omar against you. Told him we was here in Columbia, they found out exactly where and..." She handed Quan her phone.

"They got Taj."