My Soul belongs to You

really?

Sorry its short....

CHAPTER 7

A few minutes later I hear a knock on the door "Leave me alone!" I scream, Im looking at Pretty little Liars and I don't want to me disturb. I mean I'm already disturbed at the mere sight of my father. "open the door" Its Trayvon. Nope no thanks. "Candy open the door or I'm not taking you to the clinic I could care less if the baby's not living." Congratulations, you have officially made me pissed off as hell. I get up silently placed my food down on top of the bed side table and walk over to the door. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!" I screamed the door wide open I pull up both my hands and grab Trayvon's neck pushing him backwards. I have no idea if this is even doing anything to him but I don't care, just the point of me doing this alone is saying something. When boss is on the edge of the top of the stairs I quickly let go of his neck and push him making him fall down the stairs. I just stood there and watched him fall.

"Boss we really don't have time to be playing that goes for you too candy" he said

"Miles!" I scream to the top of my lungs narrowing my eyes spotting him in a serious mood. I'm really not sure if I should interrupt him or just wait. Deciding to just wait for him, I slither over to the couch turning on the TV making the news to pop up. When was the last time the TV on? I shrug at the self-question and put my attention back on the TV. 'Breaking News: 2 guys were found in the middle of the street right outside of Flamingo Street.' 'Here is Jhon with the story'

'Thank you Will...It happen Saturday night, when a couple across the street heard shooting from right outside their house. The couple stayed quiet and called the police. The husband told us that it seemed like it was a gang fight, three guys were screaming something about a deal that's going down later this week. The conversation wasn't too long. The wife states about 2 minutes after the screaming ended they heard some beating, she said that she is not sure who was beating on who she just knows that there was shooting. The beating noise stop and that's when they heard the gun shoot.'

'Thank you John... Police are on the case right now. If you have any leads on this please don't hesitate on calling the police station...The police is this has found this piece of paper scrunch around a pistol gun. They are not sure what it means, the police are still working are uncoding it.'

My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. These are the times where I wish I didn't take this pill for my future, this is where I wish I couldn't read Crip or Blood signs- you know the ones where only the members can read it. I message for importance. And let me tell you something this is importance- importance of my will to live. I forced myself up, my body was in a paralyzed shock mode. I couldn't move my body, I couldn't do anything but look into the thin air the was beginning to fog up my eyes. "no no no no this is bad really bad! I can't believe this. If its not one problem its another." I stare down at my vans to try to come up with a resolution, looking at everyones faces is just going to stress me out even more.

"Oooh the Crips are coming after us..." David your so so so whats the word?.....Stupid?

"No its not the Crips" I whisper the last 2 words hoping that they didn't hear me, I close my eyes shut, trying my best to outcast the water forming on my lower eye line. "What do you mean that's not the Crips? Its obviously the Crips, look at the coding" "There not the Crips" I say as slowly as I can treating David like a 2 year old who cant understand English. "If that's not what it is then what is it?" I can hear boss getting agitated. "There blood. It's the blood. Its just another way they do it, usually the way the easterns do it around in Berkeley and Oakland." Looking at Boss in the eye brought me more angry than before. I know that my life is not normal but why did it have to be problem after problem added on with more problems, dosed of with 50 cups of fucked upness. You may be wondering how would I know what the difference is between this since Ive lived in Las Vegas my whole life. Well I went there for the summer so yah. I looked back at the TV hoping and praying that I just got it messed up and that maybe just maybe, they were talking about another gang. God, why do I have to be so stupid, why do I also have to do things my way and not listen to anyone. Ty just stood there looking at me as if I was crazy. I couldn't selvage what was going on right now so I decided to leave. Being around all these boys is making be get a headache.