*Previously On Brooklyn's Finest*
"Brooklyn, I hate to say this but there's many options. Adoption, abor-" He started to say before I cut him off.
I started shaking my head frantically. "Don't you d-dare say that word! I won't dare kill my child! I'm not o-one of these crazy ass thots out here that fuck a-around, get pregnant, t-then kill the b-baby, like a physco! I damn sure ain't letting some stranger, get m-my child!" I semi-yelled, pointing at him, and choking on many words.
"I didn't mean it like th-" He said but I cut him off again. "NO, YOU DID MEAN IT LIKE THAT. I JUST WITNESSED, MY FUCKING SISTER, THAT I PRACTICALLY RAISED, ABORT HER GODDAMN BABY. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURT ME? THE BABY NOT EVEN MINES. BUT THAT SHIT HURT ME." I said yelling and pointing at my chest, as if my heart was in plain sight.
There was a long silence, then a knock at the door.
~Trell P.O.V.~
I clenched my jaw before speaking.
"So you gon do this, after ALL we been through." I said chuckling. "Yeah blood. Yo ass flipped on me cuz, you knew I liked Brooklyn, not even liked, I loved that girl." He said tightening his grip on the gun.
"I know you Dre. You-" I said pausing to gesture at him then chuckle. "ain't gonna pull that trigger. You might pull it on some other nigga, but me, you ain't gonna pull that trigger. You afraid of what you gon loose. " I said stepping closer to him, I assume scaring him cause he stepped back. Then he switched the gun on his head. "Brooklyn baby come here." I called for her. "Dre stop it ain't that serious." I said coming closer. "Trell, I'll blow my fucking brains out if you step one bit closer." He said cocking the gun. "Yes ba- OH MY GOD DRE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING." Brooklyn yelled as she came to the door. "Baby call 911." I tell her. She ran back in the house and I could her frantically talking.
"Dre. Put. The. Gun. Down." I said trying to step closer. "No, you kno what fuck it." Dre said. I saw his finger on the trigger twitching and tackled him trying to stop him.
POW!
I got up and looked down and saw that I had blood on my shirt. I rubbed down on my shirt feeling to make sure I didn't get shot. I looked down and tried to pick up Dre. He was extremely heavy. I lifted his head and noticed his eyes rolled back.
"No, no. Dre come on m-man." I said slapping his face extremely light. "Dre! No Dre! Wake up man!" I yelled crying out loudly. Brooklyn ran outside and noticed me cradling him in my arms and knew he was dead. She covered her mouth and ran back inside on the phone with 911. A few minutes later the police, ambulance, and coroner arrived taking away Dre's lifeless body.
I sat outside crying hysterically into Brooklyn's chest while she held me. I can't believe my brother was gone.
~4 Days Later~
Dre's mom decided she wanted to have the funeral while his body was still fresh, before it had any chance to decompose. I walked into Dre's funeral with Brooklyn on my side. We sat on the first row on the opposite side of Dre's mom, and Tanijae. I began crying silently as I walked up to his casket. He was dressed nice. He had a nice black suit on with diamond cufflinks. And his gold watch that he always wore. I looked at him one last time before me and Brooklyn kissed our two fingers and touched his forehead lightly. We walked to our seats where I held
Brooklyn who was crying , silently but hysterically into my chest. A few minutes later we saw Dominica, Porscha, and Quentin walk in and go to the casket before they sat down on the same row as us.
A few minutes later, Dre's casket was closed. Then the pastor came up and began to talk. "We all gathered here to remember the life of Dre Melzore. We want to cherish the time we have with loved ones because you never know when one can go. We gathered here to smile and laugh about the good times we had with Dre. Not cry or shed tears." Once that was said, Dre's mother broke out into tears. I could hear Tanijae comforting her while sniffling as well.
Once the pastor was done, people went up to give speeches about Dre.
We all got up and went on stage.
Brooklyn started it off, then Quentin, then Dominica, then Porscha, lastly me, then all of us together. We stepped up and talked like we were Young Money receiving a BET award.
"We're sorry for your loss. You're in our prayers. He was a good guy."
"Our thoughts and prayers are with you. You have my deepest sympathy."
"I loved him, he was like a brother. He will truly be missed."
"Dre was amazing, and forever will be. I guess this was God's will."
"I'm gonna miss you bro. I've known you a long time. Rest well man."
"Rest In Peace Dre. Gone But Never Forgotten. We Love You Dre." We said yelling the last part as if Dre was here.
Claps erupted from the church as we walked down the isles outside waiting for the others. About 5 minutes later everyone came out following behind his silver casket. Silver was his favorite color. He said because when you looked at it correctly, it shined. We saw the pallbearers do their job, then we watched as Dre's casket was lowered into the ground. Everyone began walking away. We walked to our cars without saying another word to each other. Me and Brooklyn sped off to the house and both got into the bed. Not saying one word to each other.
(Picture Of Dominica To The Side)
