BLOOD BABY

Chapter 12

Blood baby

Chapter 12

***********Keisha********

I was laying on the ground in so much pain. I couldn't believe that all of this was happening to me. To us. To my family. I know there has to be more to this. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I tried to talk but I couldn't. I was trapped in my mind. I could hear everything around me.  And I knew it was a matter of time before somebody else dies. I knew I had to gather the strength to do something. Because the last thing I needed was for this crazy ass nigga Haitian jack to live.

***************Big Haitian Jack********

These lil niggas got me fucked up. I swear I'm bout to kill one of these niggas.

I was driving down the Ave on my way back to the house where these niggas were.

This old bitch in the trunk wasn't nothing. I'm from the old school. That bitch got what she deserve. She better hope her son care about her enough or she gonna end up dead like her husband.

As I was driving I hopped on the freeway, because I noticed this blue truck tailing me. I mean I wasn't no expert and shit but I know how a nigga operate when they following muthafuckas. I hopped off on the nearest exit. I was weaving in and out of traffic and at the last minute I took the exit. I'm sure they wasn't behind me anymore.

I pulled up to a gas station and I decided to go grab some shit. Man, blood this shit was crazy. Just a few days ago I was in the "grave." Now I'm bout ready to claim what's rightfully mines.

As Im walking out all I see is that same truck sitting behind mines. My heart started pounding because I didn't know if it was the feds or not. I got that bitch in the trunk.

I didn't even get a chance to walk any further before the truck doors open. I pulled my strap and just started clapping. A lil nigga hopped out and started blammin... BOOM!BOOM! He had something chunky as fuck.

I took cover back inside the store and that didn't stop the bullets from continuing to spray. I watched as the guy came closer to the store.  As I was clapping at b, my fucking gun jammed.

AWW FUCK!!! I was running to the back trying to find a way out, but it wasn't any doors. So, I hid in the utility closet. I crouched down behind some yellow mop buckets and shit.

WHERE THE FUCK IS HE??

That nigga was looking for me. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't put a finger on it. I mean I haven't been around the hood for a while. 

FUCK BLOOD!! I thought.  I need to get some help before this nigga find me. Soon as I picked up the phone, the closet got kicked in....

YEAH NIGGA, GET CHO BITCH ASS UP.

Peanut?? Is that you young blood? I was shocked to see my young playa patna.

CUZ, FUCK YOU!! YOU SET ME UP!! ITS TIME I FINALLY GET MY PAYBACK!!

As I was getting up he popped me in my head.

AHHH!! Young blood, I didn't set you up.

I was grabbing my head because my shit was bloody and that shit hurt like a BITCH!!

He led me out the store at gunpoint. The truck was pulled up to the door. This fat black muthafucka was driving.

Peanut youngblood... I didn't set you up!! It's cool baby..

The last thing I remember was looking at my whip. That fat bitch back there gonna get me out away for sure if the feds find her.  BLOOD!!! I thought to myself... This is all fucked up!!!