I usually get excited about fucked up shit. I apologize in advance.
Today's my birthday guysss🎉
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"I'm not fucking staying here, mom! You got me fucked up!"
Pink Bonnet Lady looked at me like I was crazy.
"You don't have to handle everything, Rakim. Rich is handling it!" Myra shouted back.
"If a nigga want me dead, then I'ma pop the fuck out so he can see me! I'm not hiding from no bitch ass niggas. You just going to act like my P.O. again and arrest me" I responded, equally as loud.
"Rakim, stop! You are not coming down here!" Myra yelled on speaker.
"Why I'm 'bout to hop in the fucking car then, ma?" I hung up on her.
"I don't care what you say, Rakim, that slut could never be your mother!" Pink Bonnet Lady said.
"You don't have the right to talk because you was shaking ass in the alleyway. Myra wasn't the one who had pubic lice and chlamydia at the same damn time. You just keep feenin' though. I don't have time for you."
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I stopped by the hotel Dianna was in, and she was slowly convincing me to stay with her instead of go out.
"I miss you so fuckin' much, baby" I admitted.
She hugged me and moved to grab my hand. "Yeah, yeah. Rocky."
"I do be missing you sometimes. Shut up. I liked how it was in beginning before the bullshit"
"I can just reminisce on you rejecting me" She said sarcastically.
I turned and grabbed her thighs before pulling her onto me. "I'm not rejecting you anymore"
Dianna pushed her lips up onto mine, and I grabbed on her ass, squeezing it.
I suddenly missed when she used to be all nervous and shy about us.
I turned and broke away from her lips, and moved up so that I was right against her here. "I want to know what you're thinking, baby."
"Oh, don't talk about it, Rakim." Dianna started to climb off. "I'm thinking about you. You're all in my head. That's fucked up."
"What about me specifically?" I asked. "What part you like the most?"
"Close your eyes, Rakim. Don't look at me like that." She stressed and put her fingers over my eyelids, manually pushing them down.
"You so weird, baby" I laughed and opened my eyes a couple seconds later.
Dianna had a gun pointed right at my chest.
I don't think that I'll ever forget the look in her eyes.
"No, not you, D" I shook my head no, and just laid there.
I didn't want to scare her.
"I- do you remember a long long time ago when I told you that 6th Street killed my parents?" She mumbled.
"No, no, no, no, no" I shook my head and closed my eyes. "They coming for me?" I asked.
"I remember your father looking me in the face after he killed them. I was spared because he had a son" Dianna reflected.
"Dianna, you don't have to do that, baby. We could just run away and be together. Fuck this shit, baby. Come on." I tried to convince her.
"I can't put the gun down, Rocky. I - you'd kill me. I know you would."
"You don't know me then. My stupid ass still wouldn't hurt you."
She started shaking bad, and I knocked the gun out of her hand and onto the floor and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her beneath me. "I wanna fuck"
I pulled down her pajama pants and held her down by placing my hand on her throat, but not rough enough to actually choke her.
"Why would you-"
"Cause I'ma show you different. You not going to get the opportunity to not fuck me before one of us get a bullet in them."
I pulled my own pants down and messed with my dick a bit before leaning down and shoving it up inside her, tearing her hymen.
No loving, no kissing, no touching.
I zoned out, thinking about what the fuck I was going to do next because I had no clue.
Nobody knew where I was at except 6th Street.
Dianna gripped and grabbed at my clothes.
It could have been literally anyone in town except for her.
It wouldn't have hurt like this did.
I thought about forming some kind of alliance with her and walking away, but Dianna was too smart for something like that.
It made me think of the end of the first season of 'On My Block'.
I wasn't into the sex, but all that friction and fast stroking had me cumming right after she did.
Dianna pushed me off of her, and fell out the bed.
I dragged her back by her leg and put this dick back up into her.
All of this Dianna shit was Myra's fault.
She should have never introduced us.
Dianna struggled to get from beneath me. "I know what you're doing!"
"Doing what? You pregnant with my baby now"
I heard noise on the lock, and Dianna dove for the gun as soon as I paused.
"I'm so sorry" Dianna apologized and wiped away her tears.
I pulled my pants up and shook my head. "This on you. You don't get to be sorry."
The door got busted down, and people flooded the room.
A gun banged loudly, and Dianna slumped over, letting the gun flip out of her hand.
Blood quickly stained her shirt and I got collected off of the bed and arrested.
"The suicide is on bodycam" An officer confirmed.
"Rakim Mayers, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning."
These were Myra's friends.
"10-15. We are en route to the station. We're going to need an ambulance. A girl just shot herself in the chest. Dead immediately." An officer spoke into a radio. "10-56, I repeat, we have a 10-56"
I knew 10-15 meant that I was in custody.
10-56 meant suicide.
I got tossed in the back of the police car. I believe that it was jail for me.
I understood that I would be getting put away for a very long time.
Nobody had to tell me that.
They would dig up something on me for sure.
Or just slap me with conspiracy.
The car started driving faster and I snapped out of my thoughts.
The dispatch radio was loud. "10-71! 10-71! Gray Sedan on the move! License plate reads L3D-UON. Seems to be heading towards I-84. A child has been shot in a police car. Condition critical. I need an ambulance on 14th Street! It's Myra's daughter!"
I recognized Myra's terrified screams.
A wave of pure terror washed over me.
And that's when I lost it.
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