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Chapter 11: Foul Odor

Trell: "Bro...what the FUCK is that smell?"
I looked up from my phone realizing I did smell that same shit earlier when I was walking in the house.

Tim and some of the young niggas were out on the porch and decided to go play Detective or some shit.
"SHIT! Trell, nigga come here!"
I rolled my eyes as these niggas sounded like they found what they were looking for.
"TRELL! COME HERE BRO!"
The shaky sound in my boy Tim's voice is what made me drop my phone and come running.

When I ran to my boy Tim's side I tripped back a few steps and gagged.
My fucking cousin...they killed my fucking cousin.

Tim: I never saw my boy Trell so fucked up in the head. Hell, I was even in shock.

It had been about a week since we had seen that nigga Dre. Trell told me that he figured Dre was chickening out on the drug business. This ain't look like chickening out to me. Dre was involved with the wrong niggas if you ask me.

When we found him, his body had already been eaten by animals and shit and his eyes were wide open. I had no words for my bro Trell. All I could do was just shake my head. We were gonna find out who did this shit though. I always had my boy's back and I know that's what he wanted to do.

Anybody he was willing to drop about this, I was willing to drop.

"Nia...", I looked up at my boy from across the room of the spot. "What bro?" I was so confused.

Trell took his hands off his head and looked me dead in my eyes.

"Nia. She did this shit. She gotta go."

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head a little before shrugging my shoulders, "okay." 

This wouldn't be so hard to do. After all, she should've died the first time.

I hit the jay before passing it to Trell.
"You gotta call the Coroners bro, so your family can have a proper funeral and shit."

"Get the spot cleaned out first", Trell replied. I called the young niggas from outside and relayed the message before going to secure the stash.

Alexis: I had so many mixed emotions about what was going on.

My ex had been murdered, and I was attending the service to show my respects...with his cousin.

I had to be that shoulder to cry on although I felt so uncomfortable being here.

Trell didn't talk much about it. He told me that they didn't know who could've done it and that he was going to handle everything.

The service was closed casket because of the condition of Dre's body.

To make things even more uncomfortable, the very person who I found to have done that horrible thing to Nia, was sitting across the aisle from Trell and I.

This was all too much. Everything was going to come to light soon and I just had a gut feeling that things were going to end so, so wrong.

Trell's family had an event at their Sugar Mama's home and his homeboys were having something for him afterwards to lift his spirits.

I decided not to attend that because I was so uncomfortable around that person- that person that could've did that horrible thing to my very own cousin.

"Call me when you get home bae", Trell said as he walked me out to my car with my plate wrapped in foil.

"Okay baby, you be safe." I replied before getting in and cranking up the car.

"I'm always safe." He replied before closing my door.

This was all so crazy, Jesus.