Oakland's Baddest

Chapter 8

Oakland's Baddest: Chapter 8

~1 Month Later~

The streets have become more dangerous to the point where the neighbor kids aside from my gang of friends, wouldn't come out anymore. Multiple random drive by's in one day, gun shots fired at least once every hour of the day, and the blood curdling screams that echoed through the empty streets.

That still didn't scare me.

I was right now in my room looking at my gun. Boss gave me my own personal gun that I carry around in case I get caught up in any situations. I was always so used to having to get into a fist fight just to prove myself and now all I have to do is pull out my glock and niggas go running off like how they first ran their mouths.

"Is Mama crying?" Eddy asked as he pressed his ear against the door. Mama told us to go in our room and not to come out till she said. Marco was in his own little bitch world with his ear buds in and laying with his head back, eyes closed on his bed.

"Shh" I said as I pressed my ear against the door too. Mama and I haven't exactly been on good terms because she tries to run my life, but I'm me. I know what's best for me not her.

Calvin stopped coming around a few weeks ago. I'm guessing Mama and him broke up or something because some new guy was coming around. I only saw him when I was outside and he would pull up. From a far I could tell you this:

He was no good.

How he looked at Mama and how he looked at us, me especially, only looked pure evil. I was never around when he came by.

"She's crying." Eddy said as he stepped back and looked around with worry. Eddy was very close to Mama and when she wasn't happy, he shared her pain. "The doors locked! What the hell!" Eddy said as he jiggled the door knob. We heard something crash and a loud cry of pain.

Eddy and I were trying to unlock the door with everything and anything we could fit into the key hole. Something was wrong and we were locked in the room.

"Varo what do we do?!" Eddy yelled at me in panic. How the fuck should I know?! He's the older one, he should know!

I looked all around our room trying to think of a way to get out of the room. We couldn't go out the window because Mama put a window gate on the outside so I wouldn't sneak out anymore.

"We gotta ram the door down or kick it down. That's all I can think of." We heard another crash followed by a scream. We got Marco up and all 3 of us were kicking at the damn door to bust it.

After a good solid 5 minutes of kicking, it busted and all 3 of us ran out of the hall and saw this guy was beating Mama like she was a grown man. In all my years of living in this hood, I knew it was bad, but never once did I see a nigga raise a hand to a female and seeing this fool beat on my Mama actually had me shaken up. I just stood there phased.

"Boys get out of here!" Mama screamed as blood dripped from her mouth. I wanted to cry at that sight. I've never seen Mama so vulnerable like that.

I snapped out of my thoughts and all 3 of us shared a glance that painted the same idea. We ran down the hall and jumped the guy. Eddy went to get Mama out of the house to get help, which left Marco and I with this guy. He was like 6 foot maybe 200 pounds compared to Marco and I but we were hitting him everywhere, biting, kicking, throwing furniture at him. Marco ran and even grabbed a knife but I watched as fear came over him as he looked at the knife. I was pinned under him and he was strangling me.

I pulled my gun from my pocket and raised it up to his neck. I felt my lungs swelling up and I was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. I finally managed to pulled the trigger.