Streets Talk

Chapter 13

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" mont said as he slapped me across my face to get attention
"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.
"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.
"What the fuck I gotta lie for nigga? I already got you were I want you. My mom cheated on my dad with your dad and she got pregnant. Now you dad being the good man he was, he couldn't keep fuckin my moms so he let her go before his wife found out. YOU remember I got into that bad ass car accident in the 5th grade? Well turns out I needed a blood transfusion, my moms wasn't a match and neither was my dad. So she had to come clean to tell the truth. That's when my dad threatened to tell ur mom so you dad, being the coward he always was, slit my dad's Throat from behind because he couldn't face him like a man."
This nigga had all the 411. All this time he knew what he knew but failed to let me know. We shared rooms, we shared clothes, and this whole time this nigga was plotting against me and my family. I had to admit, he was a genius for getting this shit off for so long. But he got sloppy I see, because his plan didn't stick thru to the end as he thought it would.
"Nigga I orchestrated for us to hit the Mexicans. I was hopping it would've been you who shot Hector but yo bitch ass hesitated. I wasn't even supposed to be there with you. It was supposed to be DJ. But he couldn't make it" this nigga was crazy. He had to be getting high, because all this? All because your dad was killed and your mom wanted to smoke crack? NIGGA that was their own doings.
"How did u know my pops killed yo dad if it was from behind?" I asked because as far as I knew, nobody seen it. That's why the police stopped investigating because nobody would come forward .
"Mathafucka why you think my mom got on drugs? She seen the whole thing" he yelled. I could tell he was getting frustrated. "YOU know what I'm done talkin, it is what it is. See you in hell Muthafuka" he said as he took his .38 off safety.
I took a deep breath before swallowing because I knew my life was over .

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