Ride or Die.

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Beyonce Knowles
6:36 PM
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Our clothes had dried blood stains on them, and all we had as a change were the outfits we wore on our wedding day. Since we upped and left the motel in the dead of the night without packing anything we had no choice but to wear what we did on our wedding day again.

Then we went to stack up on food and more gas from inside before heading back out on the road.

The streets seemed long and never-ending after hours of driving until the sun had gone down. I let out a yawn in between bobbing my head to the current song that played from the car radio as Jay chuckled. "You like B.I.G?"

"Who?"

He gestured towards the radio as I only nodded. Never once taking my eyes off of the road. But sleep was quickly falling upon me and very soon he noticed this, so we both decided to pull the car over. I crawled in the backseat resting my head on the door trying to make myself comfortable, but the question wanting to know what was in the suitcases kept me awake longer than it should have. Though I kind of already had an idea, so we didn't speak on it.

Instead, I woke the next day to a familiar popping noise that had me jumping in my seat almost. I glared out the window noticing the car was moved farther off the road. In the middle of nowhere. Jay stood tall aiming a gun at a stack of empty green bottles he propped up on rusty old crates.

I watched him for a hot minute before getting out as he looked over at me.

"Good Morning." he greeted casually.

"Um, excuse me, but what is this?" I questioned as he pulled the trigger again "and where did you get a gun?!"

He glanced at the shattered glass from the impact. "The safe," he turned to me. "Here! It's yours," I backed away with both my hands up which made him laugh. "Not this again."

"A gun really! Do you really think I'll be walking around with that thing?" Since the death of my eldest brother, I had grown a slight fear of these things.

"Hell yeah, if you want to protect yourself," he told me then pulled me off to the side before continuing. "Look! I took things I shouldn't have from back there at the club, but Billie wasn't the only one not getting her fair share."

"Let me see?"

We walked over to the car as he popped open the trunk then the suitcases to stacks of cash, all Benjamin Franklin faces.

He slipped the weapon into my hand as I was glaring at everything. "We a team, ma, remember?" He slammed close the trunk bringing me back to reality.

I slowly nodded then turned the other way to wipe underneath my nose with my free hand. He now stood in front of me outstretching my arm that I held the loaded weapon in. We went over this several times that day. He taught me how to load a clip, where to aim, how to stand and dodge. After a while, my hand stopped shaking. I could fully grip the Glock and stood proudly doing so as I pulled the trigger watching the bottles bust at the brief impact.

What can I say? I was a fast learner.

We rested for food and drinks the sun was still boiling up ahead. And we knew we had to get back on the road before it set for the day.

I sat admiring the weapon in my hand as Jay rested on my lap with the reflection of the sky on the dark shades he wore. He corrected the way I was holding it for the hundredth time it felt like. "Stop! I got it." I pulled away.

"You remind me of me when I first held one," He told me. "I bet you feel all-powerful and shit, you should cuz one shot from that can take a motherfucker face-off but careful though don't get all trigger-happy with ha."