(Thank you guys for 2K!!! Never thought I'd get that far)
"Tired of this fuckin' shit" I grumbled creeping around the corner of Noonie's house with a frown etched on his face.
Since her house was a two story, all I had to do was climb up the side of her house to get to the windows which was fairly easy.
Once I finally reached it, I saw her pushed up against the wall by a man who looked as if he was twice her age. His hands were buried into her night shorts and his other hand continuesly shoved down her small head.
"Once he get's what he wants trust me sweetheart you'll mean as much to him as you do to me...Nothing" I heard getting closer.
Those were his last words before he stormed out of her room kicking my gun that rested by her bed on his way out.
I watched as Noonie's chest heaved up and down violently with tears flowing down her face. My jaw clenched and my trigger finger began to itch watching her form a ball with her body in her bed.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
Sliding open her small window, I silently squeezed myself through it slowly making my way over to her.
"Noon"
She kept her head low sitting herself up before reaching out for me. She was still crying pretty hard, and me being me, I didn't know what to do.
So I just held her, growing more and more livid at the thought of that niggas dirty ass hands on her. She needed to get away so that's exactly what I was going to help her do.
"I need you ta' do something fa' me..I need you to pack some clothes for a few nights and go meet me outside" I explained after she settled down after a little.
She didn't talk back or even ask me why she simply held me closer not even bothering to get up. She didn't want to let me go and I understood why, but right now the only thing on my mind was finding that bitch made nigga.
"Baby" I spoke softly lifting her chin up. Her eyes were bloodshot red and her nose was snotty. "Come on get up we leavin"
Without any further talking I snatched my gun up from the ground getting ready to storm out of the room before feeling Noonie's arm tug at my clothing.
"Don't" She sniffled wiping tears from her face to stop them from running but to no avail. "Let's just go"
"Get packed I'll be right back" I sternly spoke snatching away from her.
Swinging the door open, I stormed down the stairs attempting to pin point his location cocking my gun back so that it was ready.
I checked the kitchen, living room, and family room and the only thing I found was empty beer bottles and old scrubs.
"You must be here for Cleopatra" I heard a voice speak behind me instantly causing my knuckles to tighten. I turned around to face the man seeing a sly smirk written on his face.
"Nah I'm actually here fa' you" I snarled pointing my gun in his face.
Seemingly unfazed the nigga had the nerve to laugh in my face staring me down with nothing but amusement written in his eyes.
"What? You think you the only one that been in that tight pu-
That was all I needed to hear before my gun went across his face over and over and over again. I heard something crack but still I wasn't satisfied.
