Retributed

Chapter 1

Retributed: Chapter 1

~7 Years Later~
~LJ P.O.V.~

Being fourteen years old is honestly quite dope. As a kid, I was told so much shit but never understood what the fuck it meant. Hunnits on titties here, special cookies there and Mom being really really affectionate to Dad whenever she felt lonely and bored. That shit and much more happened around me all the time but I never understood what it all meant... now I know every God damn thing under the sun. Which in a sense is scary but at the same time I don't mind.

With me, I was around weed all the time at the trap. I swear niggas never walked around there without a lit blunt or a baggie of it lying around in every corner. Naturally everyone would assume I wanted to get into that hype. However, I didn't care for weed. There was just nothing about smoking or being high that appealed to me, the smell alone made me wanna throw up. Instead of weed, my fascination was in guns, lots and lots of guns. Short range, long range, rifles, shotguns, pistols- I loved them all. Even old school revolvers Uncle Varo and I managed to find on one of my field trips to some stupid ass museum back in like fourth grade. Bottom line, I really love guns and I go dumb stupid with them if given the chance... I'm easily the definition of trigger happy to where it literally strains me to have self control when someone asks me to hold a gun for them. I can already feel the mold of a gun in my hand right now just from thinking about it and lawd that beautiful trigger that the pad of my finger fits so nicely in- shit, I wish I was actually holding one now.

Then there was my other fascination aside from guns which was my discovery of females. A.k.a my new all time favorite fascination. When I was twelve and even into thirteen, I didn't understand why I had this odd feeling whenever I was around certain females. I thought it was like some type of super developed mutant cootie that advanced enough to have some kind of mind control but that wasn't it. I'd try to avoid these females but that didn't help the issue, instead I had this mystery of females right there on the top of my head. It was like I wanted to do something with 'em but didn't know what that something was so I was confused for that year of my life. Little did I know that was just the beginning of my attraction because they had the same attraction right back to me and of course, I'm a curious kid. Now that I'm fourteen and I understand what this is, school ain't shit for me when you got females walkin' around like they're in some rap music video. How is a simple minded nigga like myself supposed to learn the formula to figure out slopes when I'm tryna find the formula for some of these asses these females got- especially the seniors. I'm hands on when I'm trying to figure out the world around me and this was no exception, I'm constantly testing things to see the reaction or outcome and this situation it landed me in doesn't make sense to me. 

"What did you do to her?" Mom asked as I was stuck at the kitchen table. It's Saturday morning and I'm tired from the party I hit up last night with Joel. We ain't get caught sneaking out because I've mastered the art of it. Joel was actually here at the house too which wasn't anything unusual, he just was lucky enough to end up at the table if interrogation. However, Dad was here as well but he couldn't give any less of a shit as he was too busy in his phone. "Lexis, this is serious and you don't even care, what a surprise." Ha, now Dad's in trouble too because she doesn't sound too happy with him either. It's always Dad or I who ends up in trouble, all you hear is her screaming Lexis- wait. Depends on the context, sometimes she screams his name when their door is closed and I end up thinking she's calling me so I walk in to find something new every time. Don't have enough fingers to count all the times I've walked in on them doing the deed, glad to say I'm numb to it at this point but it stills scars me because some of the positions make no sense to me but aye, as long as I ain't in trouble.

"Nelle Bells, he's a kid. A smart dumbass of a kid but still a kid nonetheless. LJ, what did you do?" Nigga you know damn well you don't care about what I did. You just acting like it to get Mom to think you care so you get let off the hook but the hook done been sunk in.