For the love of Heaven (ON HOLD)

13|Feelin' Lucky? part 2

("Omar" at the top😍)⬆️⬆️⬆️

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Omar

I woke out of my sleep, forgetting where I was for a minute, until I heard heaven's voice.

"Get out." She said to somebody.

"damn you got him in yo' bed already, you just met him." I heard a male voice say.

I pretended to be sleep, so I could hear the conversation.

"Lucky get out!" Heaven said raising her voice.

"Make me."

I wanted to get up and help my girl but I didn't want to start anything with Lucky again. No matter how many times Lucky lost, he kept fighting until he won, and he never fought fair.

"Lucky please, I don't know what you want from me or why you feel like you need to prove a point but I've done nothing wrong to you, so can you just leave me alone." Heaven said.

I felt bad for her, I felt like it was my fault that Lucky wouldn't leave her alone. Me and lucky had beef, that never shouldn't even be brought into, but like I said Lucky never fought fair.

"You got something that I want, and your mans over there owe me something too, I'm not gon' leave you alone 'til I get what's mine." Lucky said.

I opened my eyes and saw him with a tight grip on her face and he kissed her on the cheek. He kissed my girl on the cheek.

The he looked at her like he wanted more than that. I wasn't 'bout to let that happen.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes so I see this foul ass nigga clearly "what the fuck is you doing Lucky?"

He looked at me and chuckled. He left the room. I got up and put my arms around Heaven, I looked at her and saw she had tears in her eyes.

I wiped the tears from her face and kissed her forehead. She rested her head on my chest and started crying. I rubbed her back.

I knew I was guilty. I tried to cover my past up and act like it never happened and now that shit is blowing up in my face. I wish I could make this nigga go away without fucking up everything I worked so hard for.

Ironically, I used to do that back in the day when I needed money. Me and Lucky used to be partners in crime. Our job was to "get rid" of people who got in the way of our boss and the flow of our money, me and lucky never killed anybody, we was just "the clean up crew". We saw niggas, wives, hoes, and kids get killed and we had to get rid of every single body and wipe the scene clean of any evidence that could trace authorities back to us and every single time we had to pretend like it never happened, we wasn't allowed to talk, or even mention the names involved, 'cuz we never knew who was watching.

I didn't tell heaven about any of this shit from my past. I had to lie to her and tell her I sold weed for a few months when money was tight at the crib, but truth be told I been a rich kid all my life. My people always had money, but when I started middle school I hanging out with the wrong people and my parents cut me off and told me that I had to make my own money. At 12 years old I wasn't old enough to get a real job and when I met Lucky, the shit just happened. Next thing I knew I was learning what chemicals to mix together that can break down human skin and bone.