ride. ( dreezy & 21 savage )

44) Seandrea Is Two Zero §Pt. 1§

"Overdose?" I mumbled, reading the second sentence of the article ten times over.

The apparent cause of death was a drug overdose.

That sentence couldn't click in my head in no way shape or form. If Imani killed her, how could she overdose? And didn't an overdose occur over time?

"What's wrong?" Shayaa asked.

"I wasn't tryna play detective but I guess I will now." I said.

"What happened?" Shayaa asked.

"It said she overdosed." I muttered breathlessly.

I kept skimming the paragraph below it. "Didn't Chy say she left for a few days before she found her?" I asked.

Shayaa nodded.

"That might mean Imani drugged her or something. But if she was gone for a few days and Jodi's been drugging you since July..."

It clicked in my head the same time as Shayaa.

"It was a different drug." We said in unison.

"It had to be something way stronger. Unless she fucked around with the supplements." Shayaa said.

"The question is what did she overdose on?" I asked.

"Check the article." Shayaa said.

I skimmed through the article once again. "Nothing." I said, scrolling through it three times.

"Lemme see." Shayaa said, grabbing the phone.
I leaned over his shoulder where he sat on the floor and I laid on my stomach on the bed.

Shayaa scrolled through so fast I could barely see it. "Damn boy, no wonder you can't find shit." I said.

Shayaa mugged me and looked over it, paragraph by paragraph. "It says they don't know." Shayaa said.

"I don't see why she had the audacity to kill my best friend, that fake ass fuck." I spat.

"Have you ever killed anybody before?" Shayaa asked.

I hesitated and bit my lip. "No." I said, my voice high pitched like it always did when I lied.

Shayaa gave me a look like he knew I was lying. Which he did. "You killed somebody?" Shayaa said, eyes widening.

"It-it was outta self defense, I wouldn't kill anybody on purpose unless it was Imani and her gang." I said.

"Self defense?" Shayaa asked with an emotionless tone of voice.

I launched into the story of the two dudes I had shot.

Late nights in Chicago were always the same. Gun shots and sirens. Walking on a late night in Chicago was a different story. You would have to keep away from people who looked suspect and have some type of weapon on you. Gun, mace, pepper spray, a pocket knife, hell I don't know, throw a pack of gum at they eye.

I was 16 years old, walking down the street from Chy and Deja's house back to mine. I walked past this liquor store that I always tried to avoid but it was too late to take the long way and me being the broke ass sixteen year old I was, I had no money for the bus. There were two men who stood outside, smoking weed. They were always there and I never got into what I was about to get into with them before.

"Aye, shaugty!"

"Lemme get your number, come and smoke something with me."

I wasn't the type to turn down weed but was I about to smoke weed and get my ass raped or something? Hell no.

"Oh so you don't show a nigga some respect?"

I kept walking.

"Aye! Come here lil girl. You not about to ignore me."

I was slowly getting pissed off. But I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying 'leave me the fuck alone and keep your dick in your pants'.

I had a self defense gun on me, from my father. I had no clue how to use it, but if these niggas kept bothering me, I was gone use it today. Now they were following me.

"Aye!" The dude said, grabbing my arm.

I jerked out of his grip and kept walking. Just a few more blocks and I would be home.

"Stop fucking playing, here, getcho ass over here." He said, snatching me up my waist.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled. I kicked him in the knee making him drop me.

Luckily, I fell on my feet. Not so luckily, the other dude was on my trail and the first dude was getting up.

I took off running but they were both faster than me. Add on push to shove, I fell. Tripped on a crack in the cement. I know. Embarrassing.

The dude grabbed me by my arm again. "Don't touch me." I growled.

He pulled me along. I thought of something. People used it as a joke, but it was about to be a useful joke tonight. "RAPE! RAPE!" I shouted.

Of course that didn't work. It's like the boy who cried wolf.

I reached into my pocket and slowly slid my gun out of my pocket. I grasped it tightly, breaking out in a cold sweat. Making sure it wasn't pointing towards me, I fired off one shot, making the dude holding my arm go limp, me fall with him. I pushed him off of me and saw the second dude approaching me.

I pulled the trigger and missed. I stumbled back. I had three bullets left. I shot again, hitting him in the chest. He fell and I took off running again, past Harold's, past the other liquor store, until I reached the house.

"Pops! Pops! I just shot somebody!" I cried, running into my father's room.

"You what?!"

"I haven't shot anybody since." I said.

"Well at least you was smart enough to do something." Shayaa said.

"I got lucky they didn't get me for it. When I went to court I pleaded not guilty, once my dad told the jury they tried to physically harm me." I said.

"Awe, but they put Tamon on probation when the boy was beating all over him and he fought back." Shayaa said.

"Rich white kid?" I asked.

Shayaa nodded.

"Parents paid the jury to let them off, when they want they kids to be so called successful." I said.

"I figured." Shayaa said.

Hi y'all.

More info on how Dej died, now they just gotta find out what the drug is.

Listen to Mind Games by Dreezy . I was sitting in my room at night and I had this dumb ass pair of Bluetooth headphones that I had put in the trash and they turned on out of nowhere . I was creeped tf out cause I had just listened to the end of the song 😂😂💯 I slick thought I was boutta die 😭💀

But anyways , updates getting less frequent , I have to go back to work 😑😑 most likely I'll probably start updating more frequently in April and towards the beginning of the summer .

Shout out to whoever supports Seanyaa in finding out about Deja's death .

Okay bye .