A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! Part 1

Chapter 15 (Tony)

    When I got to my house, I came home to
madness on the front porch. Twan was
terrorizing Tierra's boyfriend, but I didnt know
why. I was gonna find out.

    David looked shook as fuck. He was a square
and probably never had a fight a day in
his life. He most likely would tell my parents
about the situation and that's all I needed.
They were already on the verge of kicking me
out.

    "Get in the car bruh. We gotta talk. What the
hell got into you?" I said to Twan. He didn't
respond as he got in the passenger seat
frowning. "Tierra go in the house." I ordered.
She gave me no back talk as she stormed
inside. My cousin Tisha followed behind her.
"Everyone get the fuck out my house! Party is
over!" I ordered before pulling off.

    We drove straight to Twans apartment and
he still wasn't speaking. He always became
quite when he was mad and needed to cool off.
I lectured him the whole ride.

    "Nigga you my boy an all, but I'm gone give
it to you straight like it is. I don't know what
the fuck been going on witchu lately. You need
to chill before you blow our cover. All I
need is this nigga David calling the cops or
tellin moms and pops you fucked him up! You
tryna risk everything?! You need to learn to
control your anger. But since you already mad I
might as well let you know that Spike had a
bitch all up in yo spot." I informed him. He
looked at me with a rush of what seemed to be
more anger. "I thought that might wake you
up." I stated.

    As soon as we got to Twans apartment he
headed straight to his room. He still had no
words to express, but I could hear him
rummaging through stuff. When he came back
out he was holding a glock. "The fuck You
gone do with that?" I asked.

    He stood before Spike who looked spooked.
Spike had a hard time holding eye contact with
Twan. I even saw his knees tremble before
Twan smacked him in the face with the pistol.
Smack! " Muthafucka didn't I tell you not to
have nobody in my spot?! Didn't I? " He yelled.

    Blood leaked from the side of Spikes face. As
much as I didn't care for him I felt bad. The lil
nigga was barely 18. Besides that who would
he tell? He knew snitching was bad for
business.

    He knelt on the ground taping the open
wound on his head as it continued to leak. He
wasn't crying, but I could tell he damn sure
wanted to. Lil nigga was in agony.

    Twan walked around him in circles. "Get yo
ass up!" He demanded. Spike had pain in his
eyes, but Twan was in one of his moments
where he didn't give a damn. "Look at me like a
man!" He screamed in Spikes face. Twan was
so close to Spikes face that their noses were
almost touching. He switched up his tone and
was spoke in a calm demeanor. "It will be
worse next time." He warned.

    Suddenly something changed. I knew all hell
would break loose as soon as Spike opened his
mouth. He was a nigga that barely spoke and
yet he decided it would be good to blast my
business.

    "I don't know why you so mad at me. It's this
nigga you should be mad at." He told Twan
while looking directly at me. "Hol up lil nigga!
Fuck you mean?" I didn't hesitate to defend
myself, but I was still confused. Why did Twan
need to be mad at me?

    "Don't act dumb. I heard you on the phone
with Asia!" He shot. Twan now had a surprised
look but he was laughing. He always laughed
when he was in disbelief about something.
"You fuckin my old bitch?" He questioned.

    I didn't want to answer no questions about
Asia. I knew the backstory about how much
Twan cared for her. In fact she was the first
bitch he ever cared about until she cheated on
him with a nigga from the other side.

    I could of ripped Spikes head off. This nigga
had lost his mind. Look at the drama he was
stirring up just when I had an inch of sympathy
for his bitch ass.

    "Bruh it's not like that." I told Twan. "Nah
nigga don't bruh me." He stated. He spoke
while motioning his gun with the depth of his
words. "Nigga it's not even the fact that you
fuckin on that bitch. It's the fact that you know
how that bitch played me! It's the fact that you
know the history of me and that bitch! Why her
of all people!? Any bitch but that bitch." He
shot.

All three of us stood in silence for a short
moment. "Spike nigga you foul and hella messy
nigga." I said to Spike who was now holding a
shirt to his bloody wound. "Muthafucka it ain't
Spike problem that you a disloyal ass nigga!"
Twan shot. Then he put back on his sinister
laugh.

    "So Asia son is you're baby huh? I knew it. I
mean the lil nigga look dead on you. It's good
nigga. Want to know something? We both on
some foul shit." He said. Then he looked me in
the eye. "I'm fuckin ya sister, she got some
bomb pussy and she wants to be with me. Now
you can let yourself the fuck out." He finished.

    After he confessed this I remember blacking
out. We were tussling on the ground after I lost
my balance during our fight. Twan had the
upper hand on me thanks to the help of Spike
who literally was kicking me while I was down.

    I remember a nigga grabbing me by the
ankles and another nigga grabbing me by the
wrist. I fought my hardest as these niggas
carried me to the balcony. "Fuck you niggas!" I
hollered. "You niggas are some bitches!" I
shouted. Next thing I know these two niggas
flung my body from the top apartment when I
landed on the hard pavement of an empty
parking space. I remember waking up on a
stretcher being put in the back of an
ambulance truck.

                                     *   *   *

    The doctor told me that I had a fractured
spine, broken ribs, and a concussion. The worst
of it was the internal bleeding that caused me
to have emergency surgery to my arteries. I laid
in the hospital bed in agony and pain. My
parents were sitting by my side with a look of
worry. "Son who did this to you? What
happened?" My father questioned. "Were you
jumped by gang members? Did you owe
somebody money? Who did this?" My mother
chimed in.

    I wasn't dumb enough to display too much
information even to my own parents. There
was no way in hell I'd ever carry the label of a
snitch! I knew I needed to handle this the old
school way. Niggas would feel my wrath as
soon as I was able to get the fuck out of this
rotten ass hospital.

The site of my chest being hooked up to
these machines, and the uncalled beeping
noises irritated me to my highest capacity. I
tried to rush out of bed, but the pain was so
unbearable. I literally got stuck in my tracks.
Coughing hurt, twisting hurt, turning hurt and
even thinking hurt. I never been so disabled in
my life.

    The fact that my boy for more than a decade
was responsible for this bullshit! He wasn't my
boy no more though! He had just created
another enemy to the long list of niggas that
couldn't stand him already. I thought about the
gun I kept tucked under my mattress harder
than I ever did. At this moment I wanted to use
more then I ever did. At this moment I believe
I hated Twan more than any nigga I ever had
beef with.

    And this nigga bagged my sister. Did he
really think he was gonna get away with that?
Did he really think I was gonna let that slide?
Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was
me popping the nigga smack dead in his head
with his brains splattered on the pavement!