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Shots where being fired from every angle. Chucky was infront and I was watching his back.
I had a 30 extended clip in my 40 caliber. I was shooting from every angle aiming not to miss.
One goofy was hiding behing the sofa and raised his gun but I shot him between his eyes before he could pull the trigger.
Chucky was bussin' caps towards the from door while I was handling the back side, squeezing the trigger until I was empty.
Jamal had hella niggas in here. It was like a whole SWAT team in this bitch.
While still watching out for myself I had Chucky's back.
I turned for a split second to check on his side and I felt a sharp pain on my inner thigh.
"Shit" I yelled as I winced in pain.
I still fought to get up and fire shots.
After awhile, I heard silence.
"Tommy you good?" I heard Chucky call out to me.
"Yea" I groaned.
He walked over to me and looked a where I got shot at. He helped me up and walked me to the kitchen.
As I limped to the kitchen I shot the dead bodies that were laying just incase anyone was playing dead.
Chucky sat me on the stool as he left somewhere.
I sat patiently trying to sway the pain. I set my gun down on the counter and let it sit right next to me.
He came back with a first-aid kit. Quickly he took out the materials needed and got to work.
"Boa, you know what you doing?" I questioned. The wound wasn't that bad and I didnt want him to make it worse.
" Yea, I seen Stacy do this" He laughed.
Chucky took tweezers to removed the bullet. He took a cloth and cleaned the blood off of the bullet and put it in my pocket which put a questionable look on my face but he didn't say anything.
"I already got my shit packed for the move." He said changing the subject.
"You really tryna leave huh"
" Man, As much as I love my city I got to. Momma always said I was gone make it out."
He paused for a second then continued.
"This my chance. I cant miss it." He finished.
"Too late " I heard a voice say. I quickly looked and it was Jamal.
Before I could even pick the gun up he fired a shot through Chucky's back.
I heard sirens slowly getting louder so I took my belongings and a Chucky who was groaning in my arms.
I tried to shoot at Jamal but I missed as he ran out. He shot one last shot hitting Chucky on the back of his head.
"Stay with me" I said carrying his out of the house.
My vision was starting to blur from the tears forming.
"Bro" he said faintly.
I ran to a clear spot around the corner with him still in my arm.
Come on not my brother. Hes my family. We were suppose to move to the A and follow the dreams that we couldnt in Illinois.
It was Bronem that had me and motivated me. Told me was gone.make it out the hood. Be what these goofies said we couldnt.
We said when we met our glo we was gone come back and show everybody.
Just when you get to the end of the rainbow and spot the pot of gold somebody gone come and swipe your shit not giving a damn about the sleepless night and the rainy days that brought you there.
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Glorious Bastard -URBAN
Teen Fiction"Like, I could tell you a story about myself and you could find it inspirational. Ones where there are plenty of times I could have gave up, but I told you my mind process behind why I didn't give up. It gives you the type of hope, that motivation t...
