After The Storm

{forty-four};Baby Mitchell

Major J. Mitchell//

I was in bed on FaceTime with Kayla and texting Bethany when somebody started ringing the doorbell like they had lost their damn mind.

"Let me call you back ma."

"You not gone actually call me back but whatever."

"Nobody actually ever calls back, but let me get off the phone cause somebody on the verge of getting shot."

"Ight I'll get up with you later."

"Bet." She hung up and I got out of my bed and grabbed my strap from under my side table and made my way downstairs. It was dark as fuck in the house and I was the only one here because my parent had went to Karina and Shawn house, and Myla barely live here anyways.

"Who is it!?" I yelled and I got no response. "Who is it!?" I yelled again until the pad unlocked and I stepped behind the door so when the door opened I would be behind it.

"MAJOR!" Tristian yelled and I let me guard down.

"What nigga?"

"What the fuck you doing behind the door man? You almost got ya shit rocked on mommy's."

"Nigga I asked who was it and you ain't say shit. I thought you was tryna rob a nigga."

"Bitch the house is soundproof. Of course I didn't hear yo stupid ass."

"Shit you right."

"Why the fuck is it so dark up in this bitch? Cut some lights on." Tristian clapped two times and the house lit up.

"Nigga why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, didn't you have a pussy appointment?"

"Canceled that bitch. Her shit not even all that, I only hit her up when I wanna bust a quick nut, but you still ain't told me what you here for."

"TJ got arrested mane."

"The fuck you mean he got arrested!? For what!?"

"Folks saying a first degree murder and a rape charge."

"First degree murder!? TJ not bold enough to kill nobody the fuck, and who claiming he raped them?"

"Fucking Delila Florence."

"That's bullshit, I was just texting shorty. She was venting about TJ."

"On god?"

"On my sister ability to walk again."

"You dead serious."

"How much he need?" I asked while starting to walk back upstairs and Tristian followed.

"He gone be somewhere up there in the hundred thousands."

"He a minor, it's gone be lower than that."