Trust No One

Chapter 6: LVPD

*Bala’s P.O.V.*

“One phone call.” The officer said, as he unlocked the doors to my cell.

Yea I’m in jail. See after Smoke couldn’t come up with an answer I went ham, it all went like this

“Bae…that’s my umm…that’s my umm…cousin.” He said as he tried to slip out of the shower and put on some clothes.

“This yo’ mother fucking cousin?” I looked at him sideways, “What the fuck? Stop fucking lying to me because I know that yo’ family don’t get down like that, SO I ASK ONCE AGAIN WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?”

This time he tried to give me another lie, “They must have the wrong number.”

                Tired of hearing so much bullshit at one time I walk out of the bathroom and into our huge his-and-her walk-in closet that we had connected to it. I walk over to the shoe section and I reach down to the floor and grab my diamond studded pistol, and loaded it up with the matching bullets. This is the gun that my dad got me last Christmas, I told him I would use it whenever Smoke get out-of-line and my dad agreed with that, and I guess the time has come for that.

                I threw on some light blue Victoria Secret Pink sweats and some pink and white knit boots to match. As I braided my hair into a fishtail I stood there thinking, this nigga really think he’s going to get away with this shit. Once I finished I picked up my pistol, turned around and aimed. Smoke just went on about his business, clearly he didn’t see the gun, but as soon as he turned around and saw me I saw the fear in his eyes, because he knew that I would do it.

“Bae, that girl in the picture wasn’t anything.”

“Stop fucking lying to me.” I said then I pulled the trigger. I didn’t aim to kill I just aimed to hurt so I shot him in the arm, I’m not quite ready to kill him yet. He went down with a yell.

“Why the fuck did you shoot me?” he yelled out in pain as he lay on the floor clutching his arm in agony.

“Why the fuck were you texting hoes?” I ask calm as hell.

I sit down at the vanity mirror that I keep in the closet and, I reach in to one of the drawers and pull out one of my Cuban cigars. I light it and begin to smoke it, I would’ve rolled a j but I already know how I am when I smoke, and I don’t want to kill him.

“I told yo’ crazy ass that I wasn’t textin’ any hoes.” He lied again. I just snap and shoot his ass again this time in the thigh.

“Didn’t I tell yo’ ass to stop lying to me.” I said. I unlocked his phone and I began to go through his pictures. Every picture was me and him up until I got to the recent photos. I found a picture of some hoe’s saggy ass titties. “Is this the hoe you textin’? Shit if you gone cheat at least cheat with somebody better, this hoe ain’t even half of me.” I say in disgust. I heard no reply.

So I continued going through his phone and I found a video, so I opened it and what I saw made me tear up a little. So I pistol whipped his ass. It was a video of some hoe with some ugly ass blonde weave sucking him off. I closed his gallery and went to his messages. And I found messages between him and some hoe named Shayla, she was talking about how she can’t wait to see him, and that it’s been too long since they done fucked. After I read the last message I threw his phone at the wall. I was about to put that last bullet in his head, but before I could I heard someone pounding on the door.

“Open up its LVPD.” The police shouted. I just knew someone had called the po-po, but I ain’t scared. I put my gun under one of the lose floorboards in the closet, and was immediately hand cuffed after the po-po knocked my door down.