The Westbrooks
When I got home everything plus my smile had diminished. I looked to my left and saw my mom sweep up glass off the floor and to my right I saw holes punched in the wall. "Mom what happened!""The house was robbed this morning, when me and your dad came home the place was trashed" my mom said throwing the shards away. "Do you know who did it?"
"Of course we know who did it, shit everyone on the block knows who did it" she said rubbing her temples. Dang, she was stressed, my dad was stressed,and this wasn't the first time this happened.
The first time was when their trap house had been shot up. Yes I mean 'their'. My parents are both kingpins, 90% of this block fears them, leaving out the no violence protesters and the police.
When they met my dad was a measly drug dealer and my mom was a stripper. Both from broken homes, their relationship was always strong.
My mom was 17 and my dad was 19 when they had their first child, and wanted to give the hard life up. But it wasn't that easy.
They needed a way to make money fast and move on, and the strip club from 34th street and working on the block wasn't cutting it. Their plan was to set up the main drug lord and take all his money.
So my dad got my mom into the game and worked out their plan. I assumed that the plan worked because their still here and breathing, but I guess the rush got to their heads.
There's another drug ring on the other side of town and they have been going at it with my parents for a while now. And the stress was starting to grow on me.
I just walked to my room and shut the door behind me. As good as today is going the last thing I need is their negative vibes ruining it.
I pulled out my phone and texted my friends to see who's going to this party tonight. The front door slammed closed, so I assumed maybe my dad left or something.
I go out to see my mom wasn't on the couch anymore. 'Hm, maybe she left too' I thought. I wasn't gonna stay home all night. The girls are gonna be so happy when I tell them I'm going.
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General FictionDaddy was a dealer, mama was a stripper, brother was a killer. Sister was a freak, everybody know me, youngest in the game, definition of an "OG". - - -