Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 4

            I walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. Since it was Friday, my grandma would be in the living room, in her favorite chair. I heard her mumbling while I rambled through the refrigerator.

"Mmmh Mmm! That's a damn shame." She spoke.

I walked into living room.

"What you talking about." I asked as I opened a bottle of Sprite.

"Some man was shot in his house and three other bodies were found dead... Up there on by Sanders Park." She spoke through her tilted glasses.

"The man is still living but he's in critical condition... I hope they find the bastard that did it, they said he has a family." She continued.

A lump began to form in my throat as I stared at the television screen blankly. The reporter said that they had no leads but will continue investigation once the victim was well enough to speak.

       I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I knew I killed the nigga, I shot him three times. I walked out of the living room, when I made it to mine, my phone was already ringing. Looking at the screen, my heart began to race, it was Mac.

"Hello." I spoke.

"Get over here." He spoke and disconnected the call.

I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys. After walking outside, of the house I got inside of my car and drove to Ahmod's house. When I pulled up his car wasn't outside. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and walked to his front door, only to be greeted by Keyshia.

"Aye where Ahmod?" I asked walking inside.

"He just went to the store. He's coming right back, so you can wait if you want." She spoke.

"Aight." I spoke sitting on the couch.

      Keyshia's friend came out of the back room and into the living room.

"Thanks for the notes girl." She said holding a tablet.

"You're welcome girl." Keyshia spoke.

When I looked up, the girl's eyes were already on me. She had this black hair that was parted down the middle and stopped at her shoulders. Her skin was a caramel complexion and her lips were round and pink. She wasn't as tall as Keyshia, so she had to be about 5'3.

"You ain't gone introduce me to your friend Keyshia?" I asked staring.

Keyshia rolled her eyes at me.

"Niya, Khalil. Khalil, Niya." She introduced us dryly.

"Wassup Niya."

"Hey." She spoke dryly before turning to Keyshia.

"I'ma see you tomorrow girl." Niya spoke and making her way out of the door.

I stared at her ass as she walked outside, it was big and round.

When the door closed, Keyshia threw one of the pillows at me.

"What?"

"Nigga, she don't want you!"

"Not yet." I spoke walking towards the window only to catch Niya getting inside of a car.

"Whatever." Keyshia spoke out of jealously.

I walked back to the couch and plopped down.

"When Ahmod coming back?" I questioned.

"Iono." Keyshia shrugged.