"What the fuck you mean a prank?" I asked with confusion and anger. She said "Does it make sense that we didn't fuck
yet I'm pregnant? You said that in the restaurant." "But why didn't you tell me before?" I was trying to make myself the
victim. " I tried! You were the one making the scene. I told you to sit down but you didn't. You just continued on your
rampage. I could understand if I cheated on you before but I haven't. Never! (She started tearing up) I thought I loved
you. I thought after you got drafted that you would marry me and we would have a family of athletes. I thought that we
were gonna live in a big house and all the females were gonna hate on me and my man. But you know what, I'm not
going to let you ruin that for me!" Her sadness turned to anger so quickly. She pimped slapped the sin out of me. I felt
like a new man when the back of her hand connected with my face. " Baby, I think it's time." In my mind I was thinking
Who is she talking to? Out comes my old friend Bobby. This nigga came out the dark with a white tee on, shorts, and
jays. He said " Ok baby do what you do." They then proceeded to make out which for some reason made me feel some
type of way. And that kush been wore off. I tried to get up and attack him but whatever was tying me down kept me
there. " Don't try it now Trey. You fucked up and now I'm with your nigga." She then walks over to the still unconscious
Brooke. They must have beat her with a bat cause after all that she was still out. Naomi said " Wake up honeyyyy," in
the way you would talk your sleepy husband or newborn baby. Brooke responds " What what what's going on?" She
looked as if she shit her pants. " It's ok Brooke. I'm only going to kill you." That's when Brooke lost it. " No! Please don't
kill me! I didn't mean to fuck your man!!" Naomi started to shhh her and said " I know you didn't and it's ok. She
started going through her hair and then kissed her on the lips. " You will be missed." BANG! One shot to the cranium.
Her dead body flew back in the chair. She then turned to me. " Look what you have done. All because of you, Brooke
has died. Now it's your turn. BANG! I was shot. But, as soon as the bullet touched my skin, I popped up from my bed
drenched in sweat. Naomi was by my side sound asleep. I checked my phone. It was 1:49. The date was September 20.
Today was her birthday.
