Downfall. (Urban)

15

Omniscient

Queen sat on Dietrick's back and sobbed.

He hadn't moved all day.

Not to use the bathroom, eat, or stretch his muscles.

Lanisha tried to lure Queen away from her father, but she was not having it.

He hadn't said one word since he found out that Justice was killed.

Queen pushed herself off of his back, and dropped down to eye level.

She stared right into his still eyes.

Crazy thing was, he didn't even see her. All Dietrick saw was black.

She was confused, and started to try and capture his attention.

Her small and soft hand made its way to his gun, sliding it out of his pocket.

It was heavy, so she struggled.

Dietrick came to his senses, and shoved his gun down into his pants.

Queen jumped back in surprise and fell down onto her teddy bear.

He simply left the room, closed the door behind him, and released every round into the wall.

Lanisha screamed, and Q started sobbing from the noise.

Dietrick exited the room and took Queen from her to calm her down.

He sat on the floor, and hugged her. "Daddy sorry"

Tears streamed down her face, and she sniffed violently.

"Trick-"

"I'm not going to break down, or let it out or however you want to put it"

Dietrick had to constantly remind himself that he murdered people all the time. He couldn't afford to let this get to him.

But with that being said, everybody was going to have to pay for what Alora did.

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Dietrick took another shot, not even knowing what it was.

It just made his throat and his eyes burn, and to him that was good.

Dietrick looked down at his smooth chocolate skin, and the tattoos that covered it.

"More"

"You've ordered too much, you have to pay before you get anything else"

Dietrick dropped a one hundred dollar bill on the table. "Just fix me some more of the shit. Fuck it, just give me all the bottles of the shit that you mixed together"

Some chick walked up to him, and sat on his lap. "Hey, Trick daddy"

He pushed her. "Aye, back up. Damn" Dietrick took his bottles, dropped some more money and went to the smoking section.

Most people were smoking weed, but Dietrick stood off to the side, smoking cigarettes.

Lanisha didn't want him to leave the house, but to Dietrick, she was just being a clingy ass bitch.

Now that he was fucked up, he could see her point.

"Aye, you tryna smoke with us?" Some nigga stood up.

"Nah . . . .nah. Naaah. I don't smoke nobody weed" Dietrick flicked his hand against the opening to his pack of cigarettes.

"Tell him to take that disgusting shit out of here. Dont nobody wanna smell that infection"