Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Beep Beep Beep...

      The alarm clock echoed throughout the small room. I hit the snooze button, throwing the covers off of my shirtless body. Lifting from the bed, I walked towards the bathroom to piss. When I walked into the bathroom, the sunlight was gleaming through the blinds of the window, which caused my eyes to adjust to the bright beams of the sun. After pissing, I ran my shower water and stepped inside; the steamy water shot against my back. Fifteen minutes later, I was out of the shower and getting dressed. Most niggas would be in school, but I had money to get to. I couldn't be wasting my time doing work, I needed to be making moves now.

   "Khalil, you ain't staying for breakfast?" My grandma asked as I walked past the kitchen.

"Na, I'm good." I spoke walking towards the front door.

"Uh hm, all you do is run nem streets. When you gone quit all that nonsense?" She asked frying bacon.

"I'll be back later." I spoke walking out of the door.

My grandma was always on my ass about hustling, but never complained when the money rolled in. I've been living with her since I was nine. My dad was locked up for murder when I was seven and my ma was always around hoeing. Everything was all good until she got a new boyfriend. I would always wake up in the middle of the night, only to hear her screaming. When the nigga wasn't drunk, he was beating her. After enough ass whoopings, I finally checked his ass. Even though I was a lil nigga, I wasn't bout to have the nigga touching my ma. I took the gun that was at the top of the closet and walked into their room, he had just finished kicking her ass. I stood at the door and watched her breath heavily, her face was covered in blood.

"Take yo lil ass in there." He spat.

She turned around and faced me.

"Baby go back in the room." She spoke calmly as if nothing was wrong.

I shook my head no.

"What did I tell yo ass, Khalil." She spoke in an angrier tone.

Instead of responding, I pointed the gun in his direction and her eyes grew larger.

"What you gone do with that lil nigga." He smirked.

I fired the gun barely missing him. He was now panicky and stiff.

"Jen get that lil nigga." He spoke not moving.

The fear in his eyes had me on edge and excited. I was content with killing that pussy at that very moment.

"Khalil put the gun down." She spoke calmly.

I continued to stare at him.

"Khalil put the gun down." She repeated.

I looked in her direction.

"You taking his side?" I questioned.

"No baby, I'm on your side, just put the gun down." She spoke in a concerned tone.

I stared at her briefly and back at him.

I took a step back and placed the gun on the floor. My ma came rushing at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She spat grabbing me by my shirt.

"Get off me!" I pushed her weak body away.

"Jen get that nigga outta here." He spoke still standing in his same place.

She looked at him and back at me.

"Get out." She spoke coldly.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"Get the fuck out." She spat coldly.