A Thugs Bestfriend

Chapter 3

" 15 people were killed in this shooting and one injured. The victims were allegedly apart of a gang. The survivor is confirmed as Craig Crippen and he is being treated at Greenville hospital with none life threatening injuries. Police do not have a motive yet or have found the people responsible for this brutal crime. Patricia Anderson reporting live channel 4 news."

"What the fuck!!!!!" Carlos yelled slamming his fist down on the glass table.

"I ask you three to do one simple task for me and u go and fuck shit up. I should kill you right now!! You motherfuckers left a witness. Are u fucking kidding me?! I am beyond pisssd." He yelled at us on the phone.

It was like 8:00 in the morning and he did a three way call this morning to curse us out. I was this close to snapping at him but i calmed down. It wasn't like he was going to let us talk anyways.

"---this is the first and last time u do this. Now, i have to get Derek and Sean to kill him......but its going to be too risky." he continued.

" I thought u three were going to prove me wrong lastnight." he said.

At that point i had him on speaker while i got something eat. I wasn't in the mood to be hearing his voice this early in morning. He is acting like we we're trained to do this shit. Thats like telling a soldier to go fight in war with no training. Who the fuck does that? Apparently this dumbass.

The line started beeping so i figured he had hung up. So i took out something to snack on and heading into my living room to find Chresanto on my couch. How in the hell did he get in?

"How did u get in my house? I dont remember giving u a key" i said.

"Shhhhh. Ur mom is sleeping." he said. I know this nigga ain't shushing me in my house.

" Don't shush me! How did u get in?" I said.

" I couldn't deal with the arguing at mine plus Carlos is getting on my nerves." he said nonchalant.

"Mine too. How in the hell did he expect us to do this shit with no experience." i said.

"I know right." he said while his eyes were glued to the screen,flicking through channels.

"What we're they arguing about now?" i asked Chres switching the subject.

" Lorenz decided to come back to get a few things. I guess he was staying true to his word this time. Anyways, my dad and him starting fighting physically. I tried to stop them......... " He stopped and shook his head.

" It's okay, if u don't wanna talk about it. I got problems too." i said sitting next to him.

" Nah, but u lucky. U got a mom and beautiful home-

"And no father" i said cutting him off.

" U know how close i was to him. There isn't a day i wish he could have lived. There isn't a day i wish things were different. U have a mom, she might not be there but she's still alive. U have both parents. " i continued. He clenched his jaw and looked away.

" But u don't have to worry about ur brother leaving you all the time. U don't have to hear arguing every damn day u step foot in the house." he said.

He got up and started pacing around the coffee table, putting his hands on his head in frustration.

" U can't run from your problems all the time Chres! Its going to backfire, what u need is to talk to ur dad about this. " i said.

He sighed, grabbed his keys and said " I gotta go. Talk to u later."

He knows i'm right, but he's too stubborn to listen to anyone these days.