Sierre Gonzalez
"Nigga turn the brights off." I say with a hint of irritation in my voice as I pulled my favorite red bandana over my mouth and moved my hand to the door handle.
"My bad yo." My best friend Mari said as he quickly turned the headlights off and slouched back in the seat. He was texting away on his phone instead of paying attention to what we were here for in the first place. I sucked my teeth and averted my gaze to the group of niggas talking and laughing as they walked.
I opened the car door, my hand latching onto the gun that rested in my hoodie pocket. I walked up on the niggas, clutching onto my ruger.
"Yo empty them fucking pockets, G." I said as I stepped up on the sidewalk coming toe to toe with the tallest nigga of the crew. He had a few inches over me but that wasn't putting no fear in my heart. Couldn't nobody put fear in my heart.
"Who the fuck is you?" He spat viciously while his niggas stood back like some bitches. I could feel Mari's presence as he was now coming up the sidewalk towards us with his hood pulled over his head. I held my hand out, motioning for him to stay where he was at and he stopped dead in his tracks while nodding his head, silently letting me know that he was with whatever.
"You got niggas coming out the dark and shit. Nigga since we stepping—" he pulled a gun out on me and pressed it to my forehead. I smiled as I felt the anger spreading through my body and without thinking about it my fist was connecting with his face. The nigga fell back and I got on top of him as I landed some solid blows to his face.
One of his niggas pushed me off him which resulted in me falling back and Mari jumping in. It was a full out fight and I was loving every second of it. I pulled the gun from my hoodie and started blasting. I ain't have a intent to kill nobody, I ju' was trynna break shit up. When I saw one of them drop to the ground everything around me stopped. I pulled myself up from the ground, ignoring Mari as he tried to pull me towards the car while the other niggas ran off into the night.
I now stood over the body, staring down into his lifeless eyes. I could hear the sirens getting closer but paid it no mind. Mixed emotions surged through my body once I realized what I just did and what scared me most was the fact that I didn't feel bad about it. Finally snapping from my trance I dropped down and began searching the nigga pockets coming up with a fat bankroll of cash. Just as I was about to run off I noticed his chain and without thinking about it I snatched that hoe right off.
I stuffed everything in my pocket before sprinting to the car where Mari impatiently waited.
"Nigga what the fuck wrong with you? We wasn't supposed to kill nobody." Mari snapped as he quickly pulled off, the tires screeching as he did so. "I ain't mean to shoot his ass, but he dead now so it is what it is." I shrugged while pulling my bandana off.
"If Mani finds out it's over." He said while shaking his head and I felt my whole mood change as I thought about what she would do if she found out about this.
The rest of the ride was silent up until he pulled up outside my house. I brushed my hand over my waves before looking towards him, "You staying a night or you good?" I ask.
Marshall's moms was strung out and his pops was beating on them both. He didn't like the fact that his son was gay, or how Marshall's moms would smoke up all the product before it could even sell. Marshall and I had been friends since middle school, been calling him Mari since I met him. My parents didn't mind having him over, and even treated him as if he was theirs too.
"Nah I'm good." He says, giving me a look of assurance. "You know if you need anything you can hit me right? Ma treat you like you hers, and she wouldn't care if you needed to move in." I remind him.
"I know. I appreciate y'all, but I'm good nigga." He laughs, extending his hand and I dapped him up before getting out the car. "Let me know if you need anything." I say before closing the car door and jogging to the front door. I paused when I felt the pistol moving around in my hoodie pocket and tucked it in the front of my jeans.
Just as I was fixing myself the door opened up and mom stood there eyeing me suspiciously. I stared back, wondering if she had seen me or not but knew she hadn't because she would've opened the door swinging on me.
"Where you been baby?" She says, pulling me into her and laying a kiss on my cheek causing me to frown.
"I'm 17 now, don't be kissing me." I said and she eventually released me from the hug while sucking her teeth. "You always gon be my lil baby boy tho." She says, reaching out and cupping my chin as I closed the door behind me.
"What happened to your lip?" She asked, pointing out the fact that my lip was busted and I shrugged. "I went up for a layup and caught a elbow. I'm good tho." I say, and before she could question me some more I walked off.
"Boy hold the fuck on. Why you in such a hurry to get up to your room?" My head snapped in the direction of mamas voice. I stopped dead in my tracks watching as she approached my moms first, planting a kiss on her cheek and embracing her tightly as if she hadn't seen her in years or something. Over the years she had became so affectionate and I still wasn't used to it yet.
"You weren't there when I woke up. I thought you left or some shit." She says, kissing her once more and I watched as they interacted. Mom had this look in her eyes as her face was slightly turning red. "I was about to get dinner started." She finally says and I leaned against the wall some as I waited for them to finish talking.
"Okay baby." Mama says, kissing her lips one last time before her gaze focused on me causing me to straighten up immediately. "You ight?" She asks, her eye holding concern as she looked at me.
"Yeah ma, I'm okay." I replied and she nodded her head. "Mari good?" She asks and this time it was my turn to nod.
"Okay. Let him know that if he needs anything I got him." She says. That was something I always did. I always let him know that he was welcome to stay here and shit. He was considered a brother to me so I was gon make sure he was good at all times.
"Alright." I said simply and after that we went our separate ways with me going upstairs to my room and her going into the kitchen with Moms. I closed the door behind me and pulled my hoodie off leaving me shirtless. I pulled the gun from my jeans and let it rest on the dresser before I pulled out the bankroll of cash.
Something fell out from the cash once I'd unfolded it and I bent down to pick it up seeing it was a picture of him and some girl. The girl was beautiful with long jet black hair, a nose piercing, and pretty white teeth. Her complexion was what attracted me to her most, I had a thing for brown skin girls. I opened up the first drawer that contained all my socks and put the gun and picture in there.
I then walked off to the bathroom as I stripped from my jeans so I was now just standing in the mirror looking at myself with my boxers on.
I knew I was different from everybody else after I kept getting kicked out of school for fighting and shit. My temper was something terrible to the point where I had to take medicine to control that shit. Sometimes I'd get depressed out of nowhere and other times I just don't talk for weeks. It's weird as fuck.
Books and basketball just wasn't for me. I loved the streets and everything that comes with them. I wasn't gon never give them up. I wanted to be just like Ma; a ruthless motherfucker with hella money and bodies on my gun. I wanted drug money and respect. I was for damn sure gon get that shit too.
By any means necessary.
