What About em?

Kill

Jay Pov
     1 week later
Rockenna asked me to attend her mothers funeral with her. I was hesitant, but i agreed. When Eddy came home the night her mother was found on his porch, he was the only persom who was able to calm Rock down. I had thoughts about leaving. But lets just be real, i'm too scared to roam around this neighborhood alone.
    I sat next to Rockenna in the front row of the church. This wasn't anything like any funeral i had ever been too. There were people talking over the preist, people crying very loudly, people just walking up to the casket, people dressed in all kinds of colors, the choir was singing really loud. It was just really ghetto in my opinion. I looked over at Rock and she had this expression all over her face. A non readable expression, like a cold expression. I began to whisper something to her to ensure that she was not mentally traumatized, but then I decided against it. Oddly i felt bad for her. Usually I never actually care about people or what the feel or think. But this was different to me. I wanted her to be okay. I knew she wasn't. When they called to pray out of the funeral service everyone stood up but I sat there awkwardly. I don't believe in God or  an afterlife for that matter. After they prayed, Rock stormed off without a word to anyone. Hesitantly I walked up to a sad and tired looking Eddy. "Is she okay?" With me asking him that, his face dropped even more than it already had. "No, she's about to go do something stupid." I know he seen. My face scrunch because he chuckled lightly before his face dropped again. "Why don't you stop her?" Eddy looked off in the direction that Rock walked before he answered me. " It's safer for everyone around not to talk to or touch my niece when she is angry." With that he walked off.
    Rock POV
Seeing my ma in that casket brought me to a reality check. Noone gives a fuck about you or the aftermath of anything in this world. In other words, why should I? When I walked out of the service, I already had it made up in my mind what I was going to do. I already had a pretty good idea of who killed my mama. I remember her mentioning to me about a month ago that she was in debt with her dealer. She asked me for 300 and I should have gave it to her but i didn't. So technically, it's my fault that she's gone. I sat in my uncles car and cried my heart out before i finally started his car and drove toward the Eastside of where my moms dealer usually hung out. I spotted him soon as i turned the corner. I reached in my uncles glove compartment and pulled out the 40. He kept in there. I checked the clip just to reinsure it was full. I rolled the window down and slowed down to five mph. Without thinking, I pulled the trigger 7 times before i finally sped up to 70 mph in a 25 zone. Almost immediately there were flashing lights and sirens behind me. Through the mirror i spotted half a bottle of ciroc in the back seat. I used my free hand to grab it and pushed on the gas to increase speed. I brought the bottle up to my lips andlet the stinging sensation slide down my throat and into my chest. I heard my phone ring. I held the bottle between my teeth and put the phone between my ear and shoulder before i held the bottle and threw the rest of the liquor back. I felt it take over and tirned my attention to whoever was on the phone. "WASSUP!" i yelled. "Pull over and surrender." I heard my uncle say to me with a calm but frustrated voice. "HELL NAH UNC! IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME FAM! BUT I LOVE YOU. TELL JAY THAT I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID THAT DAY, AND THAT I'LL SEE HER SOON IF I DONT MAKE IT TO BE WITH MY MAMA TONIGHT!" with that I hung up the phone and cranked up the radio to hear the song "Dear Mama" playing by Tupac.
When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets. And back at the time I never thought i'd see her face ain't no woman alive that could take my mama place! 
In the middle of me rapping along to the song i heard a helicopter that sounded really close to me and also heard more police cars this time. I let the tears slide down my face and increased my speed up to 90 mph. I  turned up the music louder
Even though you was a crack feinnn mama you always was a black queeen mama!....even though i sell rocks, it feel good puttin money in ya mail box
I finally came to an immediate hault. "Please get out the car" i heard the police officer say over the loud bullhorn and the chopper flying over me. I spotted a half smoked blunt sitting in my uncles car ash tray and decided to light it. I smoked the rest before I slowly exited the car and dropped to my knees. I complied to what the officer was instructing me to do. I was then pushed to the ground and hand cuffed before i said a solid prayer in my head and blacked out.

Wooooooow....what a chapter right you guys?...