True To The Game

Fucked Up

Khaza (POV)

I swerved into my driveway. Munchie was in the passengers seat looking around making sure we weren't being followed. I parked the car and looked at him drenched in sweat.

Khaza: Nigga. Are you ok?

He stared at me long and hard

Munchie: I'm making sho we ain't get followed nigga. We just killed 2 cops!!!! In case you fucking forgot. Should've listened when I told your bitch ass to leave the first time.

Khaza: Man stop acting like a ole hoe ass nigga. You talk about being down and shit. Nigga you acting like a straight up bitch. Matter fact get yo bitch ass out my car!

We both jumped out of the car like we were gonna fight.

Munchie: Fuck that. Ain't no telling who tf saw us when we left that muthafucka!! You selfish  nigga! I told you let's go from the beginning. Could've bounced before the cops even got there. But you like to play Mr. Detective. Well yo can go to prison by yo muthafuckin self!!

All this bullshit didn't matter to me. The anger quickly turned to sadness. My face dropped as I looked at Munchie.

Khaza: We just found our boy in a deep freezer.

Khaza: All I'm thinking about is killing muthafuckas.

I got angry all over again and started the argument back up.

Khaza: While yo scary ass worried about other shit.

We stood there arguing. Yelling over each other. We didn't even notice everyone came outside and was standing there watching us. We both threw our heads back with the same "FUCK" look on our face. It was quiet for about 30 seconds before anyone said anything.

Killa: Is he really dead?

It was the question they all wanted to ask.

We didn't say anything. That gave them their answer.

I looked to the ground as it all sunk in. Damn Andre, Rah, now Beezy. I wanted to break down. It was hard to believe it. Munchie stormed off inside. I wanted to talk to him and squash this stupid shit. But I figured we need time apart. We had a helluva day together. Before anyone could ask me anything else I walked off inside as well. I headed upstairs to get a nice shower running. I stared at myself in the mirror looking at the blood on my clothes. Tears formed in my eyes. They burned. They were tears of hate and sadness. Why is all this happening? We was suppose to stick together. We all were suppose to make it out. I felt like it was my fault. We could've all been out of the game a while ago. We had the money to chill for a bit. We just wanted more though. I sat on the bathroom counter laughing and crying at the times we all got high as fuck and stood outside the club waiting on the bad bitches to come out. Beezy would be the one to scare the bitches away. Even thought about our childhood memories. Never would've thought I'd end up burying any of them. The bathroom got hot as fuck and I started to sweat. I realized I had been sitting here for a minute and haven't even gotten in the shower yet. I turned the hot water down a bit and stayed in the shower for about an hour just thinking. It was just a fucked up day but I will get Quint. No more of my homies dying either.

Munchie (POV)

I furiously paced up and down Khaza's dining room. I was worried and upset at the same time. I glanced at a small table that had whiskey sitting there. I grabbed the bottle and chugged down large amounts.