I couldn't believe my homie Trig had just killed his pops in front of me earlier. Shit was really eating at my conscious but I knew that that was what needed to be done. That nigga did some mad shit when me and Trig was on the come up and it almost cost us our lives. I would forever remain humble because of the shit we went through at the hands of his father.
My phone went off and it was a text from one of our street soldiers. "It's done boss". I took a breathe of relief. I couldn't bring myself to bury Trigs dad or his stepmother because that would just be too much for me. But I also didn't wanna be the one to do it because I Would've for sure decapitated They bodies before I buried them. I hated them with every ounce of blood in my body.
As I took puffs from my backwood I couldn't help but do anything but think about my upbringing. Trig was basically my brother even though we didn't have the same blood. His family raised me after my mom overdosed on crack. The crazy thing about that though was that it was at the hands of Trigs dad. Even though my mom was addicted to drugs I loved her with everything in me. I would do anything for my mother and I knew she would do anything for me. I didn't find out that she died because of an overdose at the hands of Trigs dad until I was 14. Around this time he started introducing us to the game. He made a slick comment while showing us product. "This the shit I gave yo mama that killed her" he laughed a minicing laugh but I would never forget his words. Everytime I seen his face, those words played in my mind.
I was both happy and relieved that this nigga was now dead. I would have to thank Trig later to show that I was appreciative. I never completely understood why he hated his dad so much but I knew some of it came from what he did to my mom. Especially since she was like a second mother to him. As I finished my wood I collected my thoughts. My phone went off again. It was a text from this lady named Trina who I did a job with a while back. I opened it up and read it.
"You know I wouldn't contact you if I thought I would be able to handle shit on my own. But I think one of our old friends is Tryna contact Kya. Hit me back."
I was in disbelief.
