Nothing 2 Lose.

2.

Omar.
March 18th, 1994
4:00 P.M.

I sat in the hospital room staring down at my brother. Tears were on the brim of my eyes as I held his hand close to me.

I felt so selfish because when my brother needed me the most I wasn't there for him. I was in some crazy house because my dumbass couldn't handle not having drugs. I was supposed to be there that day he got shot. We don't even know who did it and that's what is the most haunting.

"Ezra I promise you I will find out who did this to you. I will kill every single person who was involved and I won't stop until they feel the same way we felt when you got shot." I lowly said as I brought his hand to my chest.

"Retaliation is a must, Ez I got 'em." I slowly bent my head down and placed a soft kiss on his hand.

I noticed his heart rate speeding up and I smiled. He had heard me and that was my intention for him to do so.

I stood up, preparing to go. I had so much to do and figure out but I was going to get to the bottom of it.

I need to find Cliff and Lauren because they had both disappeared after the shooting. That led me to believe they had something to do with it.

I will also be having a talk with my so called father. He think he could do this shit to us? That's exactly how it's not about to go down.

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I pulled up in front of the trap house I had once met Abdul at. I got out of my car and made my way to the front door. When I walked in, all eyes were on me.

"Nigga when you got back?" I heard a voice say.

I recognized it to be Marc.

"Shit like yesterday. I need to talk to you though." I was going to get information out of anyone I came across first.

"Let's step outside. All these niggas do is talk." Marc said before tucking a blunt in between his lips and standing up.

I followed him outside, ready for whatever since I didn't know what he was up to.

"So what's up?" He said holding a lighter up to the blunt in between his lips, lighting it.

"Ezra is in the hospital damn near dead. Nobody's talking, nobody's asking questions. What the fuck is going on?"

"Ain't nobody gonna talk man," He chuckled while blowing smoke out his mouth.

"What you mean?" I questioned.

"If you ask me you a fool for even showing your face around here. That nigga Abdul wants your brother head. Shouldn't even be telling people he still alive." He shrugged before hitting his blunt again.

"Why he want his head?"

"Heard he was fucking that man baby mama, Lauren. They say Cliff had something to do with it."

It all made sense now. This nigga Cliff had to be with Ezra that day he got shot. He set my brother up and expected to live his life freely like that ain't happen? Not on my watch, I want bloodshed.