I finally woke up; the smell of piss was all thru the empty basement that I was in. My heads and feet were tied down to the chair I sat in.
I couldn't tell what day it was or the time for matter. I felt so drowsy and I had to think of a way to get out of here. I tried to keep my eyes open as I see a figure coming my way.
"Wake yo bitch ass up nigga" my kidnapper said as he slapped me across my face to get my attention. I couldn't see clearly but I know this ain't my nigga Mont.
"Yeah who's in charge now? YOU ain't so big and bad when the shoe is on the other foot huh? " he said now face to face with me.
I knew I wasn't tripping, this was my nigga mont.
"Man what the fuck is going on" I questioned.
I just didn't understand. Me and mont been bestfriends since third grade. I took this nigga in when his crack head mama ain't give a fuck about him. I put this nigga on. He was my right hand in the game.....When I get outta here I swear imma kill this Nigga.
"Oh so you don't know?" He asked lighting his blunt, he sat back in the chair across from me and put his foot up on the table next to him. "Nigga I was the one that ran Thru the traps. I stole everything. YOU let me in your home when I was plotting on you the whole time" he then put his foot down and leaned closer.
"YOU see, it was your dad that killed my dad nigga. It was your dad that got my mom on drugs. My mom couldn't stand that I always wanted to be around you, your mom, and dad and she kicked me out. It wasn't until I went to check on her and she let me know the whole story"
This nigga was crazy, why the fuck would my dad kill his dad and have anything to do wit his bitch ass mom getting on drugs? My dad wouldn't even associate with those type of people. My dad was a hard working man, he wouldn't know the first thing about the streets.
"Your lying, FUCK you" I yelled. I was angry because out of all people. I was the one you decided to turn on. And to make matters worse, you make up this lie about my family.
THIS NIGGA WILL DIE‼️
I just gotta figure out how the hell imma get outta this basement. I hope Jaz realize what's going on, and not think I'm out wit some hoes.
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Ficción GeneralMike && Mont; two childhood buddies graduate and get into the drug game But there are some many twists and turns Who to turn to?? Who's to be trusted???
