Chapter 7

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Flash Back Cont.

I roll up to jimenas house. And walk through the door. She's carrying my baby so I need to take care of her. I get through the door and see jimena on the ground holding her stomach crying.

"aye what's wrong?"

"my mom kicked me in my stomach trey"

"yo where is she ?!"

"she's upstairs"

I run up the stairs. I see her mother looking like precious. I don't know how the fuck she lifted her leg when she fat as shit.

"You won't ever put you fucking hands on my baby or my girlfriend or Imma kill you" I grab her wrist so she knows I'm not playing.

I run down the steps till I reach Jimena.

I give her a sloppy kiss. "Babe look I gotta take care of business right now but I'll be back, stay in you room"

"Trey hurry back"

She looked scared as shit. I get my homeboy to drive me to the landlords house and I pay rent. I get to the front of her house and its on fire. There cop cars and fire trucks surrounding the house.

I run up to the house and this bum ass police officer tries to hold me back.

"get the fuck off of me !"

"sir please calm down the situation is being handled. If you don't we will result in being physical."

"I don't give a fuck my baby's in there !"

I see them rolling one stretcher out of the house and I hear the paramedics saying its the mother. Thank god I hope that bitch burns in hell! I see another stretcher and I see Jimenas face . Then I black the fuck out.

I wake up on cold stone and I'm in a cell. Shit what did I do? I see a officer outside not cell.

"hey officer !"

"What criminal!?"

"what am I in for?

"assaulting and officer"

"how much is bail?"

"8,000 dollars"

"can I get my one call?

"you can."

He unlocks the cell and leads me to this payphone . I dial my nigga uncle Franks number .

"Hello?"

"Uncle Frank its me."

"nigga what you want ?"

" I'm in jail and I need bail. its 8,000"

"why can't you get someone else?"

"I font have anyone else , you know how my mom is"

"damn I got you but if I do this you work for me"

"I don't think I can do that I'm not cut out for that life selling on the streets and risking my life"

"its this or jail. So what's your answer''

" ard I'll do it"

" ok I'm on my way."

I don't know what the fuck I got myself into . But Jimenas dead and my moms is a crack fiend. I gotta make better money then McDonalds. Jimena always warned me about this life and that I shouldn't do it. but its too late for that .

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