Random Imagines

Goosebumps (Clarence White)

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I walked up to the corner store and looked through the windows making sure a certain group of people were not in there. Once I concluded that they weren't, I walked in.

"Mija why do you keep doing that?" Ms.Ramos asked clutching her heart. I sighed, "Sorry mama, it's just, after what happened with Brandon I'm just a bit scared the might double back for me." I said rubbing the back of my neck.

Three months ago my big brother, Brandon, was killed by some gang of men. Apparently they have some type of dislike for my family for whatever reason. Anyways they vowed to make sure they take us all out. So far they've gotten my brother and almost got my dad, but they just shot him in his side.

"It's going to be alright baby. You know that you're safe here." Mama came around the counter and hugged me. I nodded, "Have you eaten anything? Follow me babe. How's your mama doing? How's the baby?" We don't call her mama for no reason. I followed closely behind the short woman. I mean I can't talk because after 23 years I've only been able to reach the height of five feet and three inches.

My mouth began to water as I smelled her cooking. Just as I was about to reach for a plate all six of her babies ran up to me. I knelt down and hugged them all. "Hey babies! I missed you all!" I exclaimed. Her husband walked in with their youngest baby which was a adorable chunky boy named David. He was now 6 months compared to the last time I saw him when he was 2 months.

"Hey papa, how are you?" I asked patting his shoulder. He was here the day Brandon was killed. One thing about papa, he is always packing. As soon as he saw the men walk in he grabbed his gun. He was shot in his shoulder buut it seems a lot better. "I'm fine. How are you?" He asked kissing my cheek. "I'm better."

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After eating dinner with my second family, I walked back downstairs and continued getting some small things that I needed. Small things: bread, chips, a jug of milk, some candy. I was deciding on if I wanted gummy worms or sour gummy worms, when the bell went off indicating that someone had walked in. I looked up seeing a very familiar face.

"Clarence." I whispered to myself. He had on a black hoodie, a blue silky, black sweatpants and his black slides. I was thankfully hidden behind the shelves. But I peeped between the cracks in the display and watched him. He licked his lips while looking for some chips to get. I was having a internal fight on if I wanted to run out or just try and hide until he left.

Although Clarence and I were dating for about 5 years before we broke up last year, he's now an enemy. He's apart of the gang that killed my brother. Looking at him makes me sick. But I still love him to death, simply because of the gorgeous little boy we made. Chance is almost a year old now, and is the split image of his dad. But he has my dimples.

We haven't spoke since Brandon passed, he wouldn't rat out any of his friends for me. I saw him in the car that Brandons killer got in. They laughed and sped off without a care in the world. Heartless bitch nigga. I shook my head and began taking deep breaths trying to calm myself down. The fact that someone I loved, someone I told all my secrets and my family's secrets to, someone who helped me bring a angelic life into this world, is apart of a gang trying to kill my family.

I was shaken out of my thoughts when I felt warm breath behind me. "How you doing baby mama?" He said in his deep voice. I couldn't stop the goosebumps from rising on my skin once I felt the metal from his gun press against my side.

Tbc