DragonFruit

Chapter 4

Thank you to Ben for helping me pick these songs.

Becky had called me and woke me up out of my deep slumber. "Yes." I said with a face full of my pillow. "Are we still on for our date?" she asked, she must have gone out for a run. "Yeah, I forgot, can you drive yourself there? I have to go to a funeral Kevin's friend died and I told him I'll be there for support."

"Yeah, send him my condolences."

"I will."

"Bye, love you." For some reason I couldn't say "I love you too." back. I wasn't ready for that commitment yet. I hung up the phone in regret, and sat up in bed. Quickly I got dressed and brushed my teeth for the funeral. Kevin told us to meet him at the car wash across the street from the Strip Club. All four of us were there, Kevin pulled up in a black SUV and moved over to let Bruce drive, Lyndon and I got in the back. Kevin passed us each a pistol and a assault rifle, except for Bruce. I pulled out my blackout sunglasses and put them on, Lyndon put on a ski mask, and Kevin had a bandanna in his lap. We followed the limo which was following the hearse. I broke the silence and asked "Are we seriously hitting a funeral?"

"Yes." said Kevin. "We need show these niggas who's the boss. King Kevin is what they'll call me." Lyndon laughed

"But a goddamn funeral?" I asked again.

"He's got a point Kev." said Bruce, "Do you have no respect for this man?"

"No, no I don't, why do you think we're hitting his funeral. I'm trying to show that BDB is not a gang to fuck with. Now everybody shut up and lets just do this."

There was a short pause.

"Think he had a nice funeral?" asked Lyndon carelessly and holding in his laugh. I laughed a little too.

"I swear to God-" Kevin said turning around to us.

"Kevin we're here." said Bruce.

Kevin turned back around and talked to Bruce"Okay, pull ahead and wait until the last car, then turn around and drive in to the cemetery." Bruce drove past the entrance and parked the car waiting for the last car to enter. "Then drop us off on one side and meet us on the other side we'll walk straight through." Bruce drove in the entrance and drove by a line of cars. He slowed down enough and let us out. The people were sitting in chairs as the priest got up to say some final words.

"I'm not shooting a priest." I said 

Kevin put his bandanna on and loaded his gun. Lyndon carried his on his shoulder. Mine was already loaded. Lyndon and I walked on either side of Kevin and let him have the first shot. We were about 15 feet away when the priest noticed us. "You should've dug extra graves." Kevin said. We stood in a row like giants over ants mowing them down. Man or woman, young or old, no children were there. Bullets flew in the air randomly like gnats on shit. A man I shot hit the casket over the grave and they both fell in. We walked slowly firing at them then we split up. I grabbed the priest and moved him out the way, I don't kill holy people. Everyone's probably holier than me. Bruce drove back around on the other side and we got in the car. Most were dead. Kevin spray painted his colors on a tombstone to show who did it. I made the sign of the cross and said a Hail Mary. Lyndon lit a cigar and began to smoke. Kevin was different. You could feel it in the air. He was dark, mean, evil, a thug. "Aye, Bruce you alright?" he said in a thuggish tone. "Yea, I'm alright."

"We did it we smoked them niggas." Kevin said

I made a low growling noise that only Lyndon noticed.

"Well, I'm gonna go take over a strip club. I'm the king now. KING!" she said King so roughly and quickly in a short action. It sounded as if a shotgun went off in the front seat. Then he did a little gas leak laugh. I looked at him strangely because he was no longer the man I knew.