Chris:
I popped up at grabbed one of my guns that I kept in the little compartment of the coffee table. “Go upstairs,” I told Skye. She hesitated and grabbed my arms tightly. I turned around to find a scared expression on her face. “Skye, please. Go upstairs now.” I shrugged her hands off my arm. She slowly backed away from me. “Skye! Go. Now!” I screamed quietly. “Don’t… don’t get hurt,” she said before running up the steps.
I tip toed over to the door. “I know you in here! Open the fucking door!” they screamed. I unlocked the door. I guess they heard me unlock the door because they busted in. I pointed towards them and was about to pull the trigger until I saw the red hair. Kid. I let out a deep sigh of relief and threw my gun on the couch. Aliya came running in the door with her baby sister in her hands, crying. Kid slammed the door shut and locked both of the locks. He took about 10 deep breaths until he came over to me.
“Ayo! What the fuck is going on? You was about to get your shit blown man,” I hollered at him. He put a finger up telling me to hold on as he tried to catch his breath. “Man, what the fuck is going on? You come here banging on the door like some type of crazy ass nigga!” I screamed. When he finally caught his breath, he looked up at me. He looked shook.
“Man you got niggas after you now?! When the fuck was you gonna tell me this shit man?!” He started to pace back and forth. “Kid… Kid!” I yelled. He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling something to himself. I was starting to get irritated so I clenched my jaw which helped me calm myself. When I did that, he automatically stopped pacing. “Ah! You’re upset. You clenched your jaw!” He sounded very psycho.
Aliya got off the couch and smacked the living shit out of him I flinched for him, that’s how hard she smacked him. He stumbled but caught himself before he fell. He blinked his eyes hard 3 times. “Baby, you need to focus. I had to slap you,” she apologized, kissing his cheek then sitting back down on the couch. He shook his head as if he was trying to make all his thoughts make sense in his head.
He walked close to me and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he said one word.
“Damon.”
I couldn’t feel my legs. I felt like I was going to throw up. I doubled over my stomach just in case I did throw up. “Chris? Chris? Yo get up yo,” Kid Red pleaded. I slowly stood back up but I held my stomach. Damon. I walked over to the wall and punched a hole straight through it. Why the fuck is this happening to me?! Fuck this shit. I punched another hole through the wall. Fuck this shit.
“Chris! Stop, stop!” I heard Skye yelling, coming down the steps. I punched one more hole into the wall before I turned around to her. “What is going on?” she asked me with concerned eyes. I looked over at Kid and shook my head. I can’t believe this shit is fucking happening to me. I ignored her and moved her out my way.
“What about Damon? What’s happening man?” I questioned Kid. He was about to answer me but then he looked over my shoulder at Skye. He quickly looked away. “Oh,” I mouthed to him. “Um… we’ll be back.” Me and Kid went down to the basement to talk.
Skye:
“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself when Chris and Kid went downstairs. Kid’s girlfriend was sitting on the couching, wiping tears away. “Stop crying big sissy, it’s going to be okay,” her little sister told her, helping her wipe her tears. I walked over to sit down next to them. She slowly looked up at me and smiled. “Hi.” I rubbed her back.
“Hey,” she answered.
“What happened?”
“We were in our backyard when somebody tried to break in to the house. Good thing we were out back so we could get around to the car easily. But when we ran around front to the car they started to shoot at Kid… I just don’t understand.” She sniffled and put her arm around her baby sister. “Luckily they missed him,” she added.
