You thought it Was Easy (Urban Novel)

Ugh More Kids

So many things he does for me, such a provider he cares for me; I wish I can give him all of me-Keyshia Cole

Friendship is a most joyful thing, but childhood friends are family. From knowing the good and the bad we never judge each other—Kera

 

This chapter is dedicated to my special friends. We grew up on the same block, same hood Hollywood on Doris St. till this day we are still friends and my characters are named after them so it’s really a King, Deanthony, Kat, Dee, Nicole, Laurie, Mone’t, Damien, Dre, Eddie, Amanda, Veronica, Mani and Carlos my La’famila!!!

 

 Chapter 13

 

The day I told Damien I wanted to kill Veronica that was the day I became a killer. My dad set me up with his friend Carlos who trained then in the Military. Carlos was a person that looks so sweet but, he was the most heartless man I ever seen in my entire life. I don’t think he ever had a soul. They day I met him he had me pick up a gun and shoot him. I hesitated and when I did that he shot me in my arm.

“I can’t believe you shot me in my fucking arm! Damien I quit you sitting over there looking all stoned faced he just shot your thirteen year old daughter.” I was holding my left arm because blood was seeping through. Walking to the front door I felt something hit the back off my head. I turn around and Carlos is throwing balls at me.

“Look here stop throwing things at me your crazy man.”

“I thought you wanted to kill, look likes you want to be killed. Damien where is the girl that uncle was rapping here? Where is the girl the saw her brother casket enter into the ground?  See a weak little child in front of me.” I was beyond mad at this point. Fuck he means where that girl?

I’m standing right here ready for whatever but this nigga not gone down talk me. Walking to the gun I threw on the floor I pick it up and shoot Carlos two times in the chest he drops. Walking close to him I say “I know you have on a vest, but check this I’m still the little girl that lost everything but I’m gaining my strength back. For the record my brother is alive BITCH.”

Taking the gun and I shot his ass in the head. I walk off to the front door and I hear clapping, turning around I see my dad with the biggest smile. My arm is throbbing I’m bleeding everywhere and he want to clap. Placing my right and on my hip.

“Dad really I just killed somebody again. He was supposed to train me whose going to teach me now?”

“He wasn’t I just wanted to see can you do it, this was my next assignment he had to be dealt with. He was giving away government secrets and I couldn’t let that happen. When you were walking away I had my gun in my hand ready to kill him but when he said that to you I knew he hit a nerve so I waited and when you shoot him the chest I was like what the hell. But you wanted to get close to him and kill him but the speech was what warmed my heart. It’s like you letting them know what they did before you kill. So time for the best part me training you but first let’s get you stitched up.”

That’s when I knew my daddy was somebody not to be played with after I got stitched up we went straight to work. For three months strong he trained me mentally and physically. He would ask me every day after we were done. What is a killer?

“A killer is a person, animal, or a thing that kills” I constantly asked him why it matters.

“You will know when the time comes, now shut up and dodge my bullets.”  We were in a seclude place training. I swear it look like a combat field I ate, slept and use the restroom out here. My first stay out here Damien set me up with three men out here. I was staying in the woods about three nights, my dad nowhere to be found. This is the time I hated him, because I had no tampons and aunt flow was visiting.