Urban story

Who's Ready for Book 3?

 Hey everyone, it's your girl China White. I don't know if yall missed me or not but I missed ya'll. I know it's been a minute since I been on here but I've decided I'm ready to come back. I want to make writing fun again and I enjoyed writing most when I was on here, so I'm coming back. Even though I'm a published still and really not supposed to do this I feel like yall deserve it. Everything I put out, I will be uploading half on Wattpad and the whole book will be available on kindle whenever it's finished.  With that being said I'm about to drop my Chapter 1 to Shorty got my head gone, aka Urban story!!! 

P.S: If you haven't bought book two, you would be lost with Chapter one!!!!

Shorty Got my head gone

(Part 3)

Poppi

I breathed heavily with my fist balled up, squeezing them tightly in the palm of my hands to the point where my body started to tingle and become numb. All I could feel was my heart pounding out my chest as I looked myself in the bathroom mirror with sweat beads leaking from my forehead.

I looked into my bloodshot eyes seeing nothing but darkness, anger, and rage, that it was scary. All of a sudden I didn't notice this guy that was in front of me, it was like looking at another disguise.

All that was on my mind was the people I just killed in revenge of my brother death. Not really knowing who killed Baby I went on a rampage taking out all my enemies with no remorse. But with the body count that I ranked tonight, it didn't release any pain and hurt that I was feeling, and no matter how many people I killed it wasn't going to bring my brother back.

Feeling my adrenalin rising I couldn't hold back the tears as I broke down for the second time tonight. Shit was really hitting me hard that I would never get my homie back and it was fucking me up.

A moment later I calmed down and tried to get myself together. I walked into my room and start packing a few of my belonging that I could fit in the one suitcase I had.

While packing the last bit of my things I heard someone slowly walking up from behind. I quickly grabbed my pistol that was sitting on the bed next to my suitcase and turned around aiming it at the target's head, ready to shoot.

"Ayo, watch where you aiming that thing man. It's just me bro put the gun down," my older brother Black said while putting his hand up in the air.

I quickly put the gun down and placed it behind my back inside of my pants. "Don't be walking up on me like that" I muttered then continued to pack the rest of my things.

"My bad man, I just came to check up on you and see if you're good. Ma told me what happened, damn that's fucked up. You know who did it.?" Black asked walking up and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Naw but I'm pretty sure whoever the nigga is has been seen about already."

''Yea, true but are you sure about that and what's up with the suitcase."

I didn't reply as I walked to the dresser grabbing a stash of money along with the many other stashes I kept around the house.

"Bro you hear me, what's up with the suitcase," he asked repeating himself.

"What the fuck it look like," I snapped.

''Man I know you lost your little friend and all but don't be snapping at me nigga, you need to chill out with all that homie," Black stood up from off the bed.

"I don't have to chill shit you can leave, what the fuck are you doing here anyway?" I asked annoyed with his presence.

Out of all my sibling, I'm the least closest with Black. He's the oldest out of mama kids, I'm the second old and the twins are her youngest. Me and Black really never gotten along. I used to look up to him when I was a jit but once I hit middle school that all changed when he moved out the house and hit the streets.