Once in a Blue Moon

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Gunz was flying down I-16 to his mother's house out in Garden City, with Delilah in the passenger. He tried to tell her to stay home but she wasn't having it. "I'm not letting you go out there by yourself, what if someone still in there and it's more than one of them?!"

Gunz couldn't help but think and what the fuck would you be able to do? But he didn't have time to argue with her, so he just let her come. Delilah was tapping her foot anxiously, sneaking glances at Gunz. Even with everything going on in her life, she was still worried about him. She watched as the muscles in his well defined jaw tensed. He gripped the steering wheel, making the veins in his arm protrude. Delilah looked away, knowing this wasn't the time to marvel in how fine he was.

The pair pulled up to Sandra's house. Gunz killed the engine and drew his gun, a bad vibe washing over him. The door to the house was kicked open. Delilah shivered in the night air but walked quietly behind him. They tiptoed through the dark house without making a sound, traveling to the only source of light.

Delilah gasped quietly as she stepped in something sticky. Upon further inspection, it was blood. Gunz noticed it as well, and took a deep breath. Slowly easing the door to the master bedroom open, the scene in front of them shocked the both of them.

Sandra, Gunzs' mother, was dead. She was butt naked on the floor with a quarter sized hole in her forehead, and blood dripping to her still open eyes. Her face was frozen in an expression of terror, and she was laid out on her back. Auggie was next to her, covered in blood with his eyes closed and leg twisted an unnatural way. Gunz was so stunned he almost didn't notice a pair of slanted eyes peering at him from behind the bed. Out of instinct, he almost shot, but Delilah grabbed his arm. "It's a little girl!" She yelled, voice quaking. She didn't really know what was going on since Gunz didn't explain it, and thought Gunz was going to try to kill the little girl for being a witness or something.

Gunzs' shoulders dropped as he scooped Galaxy up and held her close. She was traumatized, eyes opened wide but wasn't saying anything. She wasn't even hugging Gunz back. "Put her in the car for me. Lock the doors, I'ma be out there in a minute." He handed her to Delilah, who hustled out of the house. The sight(and smell)of Sandra was making her sick.

Even though he couldn't stand her, Gunz was still human and seeing his mother like this was really fucking with him. "Damn, Mama..." He hadn't used that term for her in years. "What you got yourself into?" He leaned down and closed his eyes. He held them shut, not wanting to let a tear fall out. When he composed himself, he got to business.

Gunz knew in order to survive this without going to jail or getting the kids taken by the system, he was going to have to separate his emotions from this. He rolled Auggie over and took his pulse.

He was alive, so Gunz figured he just slip fell, fucked up his leg and knocked himself out. He shook his head and stripped Auggie naked. He didn't want the blood to get in his car since there was no telling when the police could pull him over. He'd rather explain a naked child than a bloody one.

After wiping everything down in the house, he called Smokey. "Yeah?"

"Sandra dead." Gunzs' voice was deep and barren of emotion. Smokey was quiet for a moment.

"You did her?"

"Nigga," Gunz took the phone from his ear and looked at it. Placing it back, he snapped, "No, the fuck? I need you to call Jotta them and have this cleaned up. We gon find out who did this ourself, we don't need the folks involved."

"Shit...she was a fiend, ain't no telling who did it," Smokey said casually, like they were talking about anybody off the street and not their mother.