TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

THIRTY-THREE

"Something told me not to say shit to that bitch, " Scrapp said shaking his head.

"Who?" SAS asked.

"Tommie. She was being cool for like ten minutes, and then the bitch started tripping again. I had to go outside cause I wasn't feeling right. I know that bitch put something in my drink cause all of a sudden, I just started feeling hella mainey. Anyway, blood, she was tryna pull me to her car talking about Stevie is gonna kill me."

"Damn," SAS said staring at the floor, "This shit is hella crazy."

"Tell me about it, blood."

SAS didn't know if Tommie was a part of Stevie's plan too, but he was ready for whatever was about to happen.

A few minutes later, after Scrapp got all of his frustrations out, SAS saw Tommie coming up behind him.

"Turn around, nigga," he said.

Scrapp turned around and couldn't believe Tommie was standing right in front of him.

"Damn, what? What do you want from me, Tommie? In all seriousness, what? We have nothing left to talk about. You told me about Brandon, okay? If I say I believe you, will you leave me the fuck alone?"

Scrapp stared into her eyes hoping to find some sort of understanding, but there was nothing left. She was broken. She had tried everything.

"I love you," she said before he could say anything else.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BLAT, BLAT, BLAAAATTTT!

Tommie's body hit the floor before the last bullet rang. Blood splattered across Scrapp's face and clothes. He checked his body, but he wasn't hit. He didn't know where the shots were coming from.

He froze.

He looked down at Tommie's face. She was still breathing but barely holding on.

"Get down," SAS yelled snatching Scrapp down to the blood covered ground.

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

SAS noticed Sanchez in the back of the club. He pulled his gun out and started busting. He hit Sanchez in the shoulder, but he ran out of the back door before anymore bullets hit him. The club dispersed in every direction. People trampled over each other just to ensure their own safety.

They observed Tommie's body sprawled across the floor but left her behind.

Scrapp stared at her in shock. He hated her for what she did to him, but he would have never wanted to see her fight for her life.

"Scrapp, Scrapp," SAS said trying to bring him back from his thoughts, "Bruh, we gotta go. The boys are on they way."

As if he was stuck in a trance, he slowly got up never taking his eyes off of Tommie.

She whispered to him, "I still love you..."

"Scrapp!"

SAS wanted to get out before the police came. Because there were so many people out, the police couldn't pinpoint anyone just yet, but he knew they could be suspects, so they ran out of the back door.