August Anthony;
BANG BANG BANG. BANG !
That made me close my eyes, tightly trying so hard not to peak. When I heard feet fade away I opened my eyes and seen that Kaycee was shot. Fuck. My. Life. I hushed over to her.
"Kays !" I yelled, tears streaming down my face they wasnt gonna stop until I knew that she was ok. "THE FUCK IS YALL STANDING THERE FOR? CALL THE AMBULANCE" I yelled. Everybody scattered trying to find their phone. I ran into the bathroom to find a big cloth to wrap around her wound. Finding it I ran back into the living and wrapped it around, tying it extremely tight.
"August?"
"Yes babygirl?" I answered, trynna stop these tears.
"Bruh the fuck is you crying for?" She laughed softly, coughing a lil.
"I cant loose ma, I-I love you. I still love you ma I cant fucking loose you" I laughed kinda, still. crying.
"Love you too, but where the fuck is the ambulance?"
"Babe I-I c-c-could take you there?" I stuttered over my words. Fuck it, I just picked her up running to my Jeep putting her in the passenger seat. I got in the driver seat, I speeded off.
People dying everyday that aint nothing new when you from downtown.
Im just trynna make away, I wont let these niggas take me downtown.
Man, I just couldn't get this thought of her dying, I mean shit she basically is my life the reason I breathe, eat, sleep, write, the reason I wake up every fucking day. I sat down in the waiting room already pissed that fucking people didn't give a fuck about Kaycee. Oh my fault cops dont come to the hood or the ghetto. My apologizes they scared cause we dont wanna go to jail and fight back. Im sorry that selling is basically the only way to make it, shit. Thats why people die everyday but of course the police dont care, was they there when my Homie/Best Friend was shot? No. Was they there when Melvin got shot? Fucks no. But its all fine and dandy when someone outside of the ghetto or hood would be instantly rushed to the fucking hospital? I was ready to cuss these people out, I cant believe this shit bruh. The love of my fucking life was about to die literally cause these stupid ass motherfuckers didnt want to come to the hood. Whatever happen to everybody treated the same.? All this shit is my fucking fault, Ima put the blame on me. I felt like I opened the door, mentally. I felt like I shouldve never listen to Kays when she told me to bring the kids upstairs. Fuck it, I should've jump infront of her. I should've whopped that niggas ass for real, Lord knows I've been waiting patiently, Lord knows I cant hold shit in for long. 3 years been too long. Wait til I see this bum-ass-jersey shore ass looking ass nigga on the fucking street, him and I against each other. We gon' be like Peter vs. The Chicken, of course Ima be Peter he could be the ugly ass, big ass chicken he is.
"Whats good with Kaycee?" Kendra interrupted my wildly thoughts.
"I dont know, they didnt come out" I sighed taking my beanie off.
"Auggie can I braid your hair? PLEASEEEEEEEE?" Karma begged. I nodded. "YAY!!" She clapped her hands and started to 'braid'.
"I can't believe this man, now we gotta put these ni-" I looked at Kar and thought about what I was about to say. "- people in their place and lay them down" I finished my sentence.
"I cant wait to lay them out. Thats my my bitch/best friend/wife/baby momma etc in there basically trynna survive and she don't live down here no mo'." Kendra stated. I sighed.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?" Chris came in yelling at the receptionist like she knew what going on.
"Bruh she got shot by Mac" Que answered, calmly.
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Don't Forget About Me (sequel to Keepin' It Trill)
Fanfiction3 Years Later, Kaycee & Mac are together and had a little girl named Karma who means everything to the two. She completed Kaycee, she made her feel alive again since all the pain she went through in Book 1. Kendra and Chris going strong, they are h...
