Dre POV
I Thought About My Brother and Then I Thought About My Past . Between It All I Thought About My Future but Somehow I Started Thinking About My Brother Again . I Feel Like They Should Pay for the Hurt I Feel .
" Line Dem Niggas Up" I Said as I Walked Across the Room
I Could Feel the Anger Begin to Take Over My Body as I Started Grinding My Teeth Together .
" One , Two , Three , Four ... How Many Bullets Til ... Yall Bleed Thru All the Floors" I Paced Back and Forth
All That Play Shit was Out the Door! Sometimes I Hate That I Can Get So Angry .
The Room Grew Louder as My Bloodas Cocked Back Every Single Gun . I Walked Further to My Left . Right Next to The Nigga Who Pulled Dat Trigger .
" Explain to Yo Friends How its Yo Mf Fault Why All Yall Fuck Niggas Die TONIGHT" I Slurred .
It Took Every Thing in Me Not to Kill Him Right Then and There . I Made it My Secret Mission to Allow Him to Watch All His Bros Suffer and Die . It was His Fault . Tears Rushed Down His Eyes but it Didnt Phase Me . All Those Nights I Couldnt Sleep , Crying , Cant Eat ... These Fuck Niggas Slept Well
15 Minutes Later
Everything was All Said but Not Done
" What About Him" Ali Asked Referring to My Brothers Killer
" Few Days Youll See" I Said and With That I Made My Way Home
YOU ARE READING
Addicted ( Lesbian Story )
Non-FictionNever Felt This Way In My Life ... Tryna Run Im Tryna Escape Tryna Hide I Wish I Knew but I Didnt but I Learned So Now I Know Dont Trust a Bitch Just Let it Burn... ( enjoy 🌿 )
