Raised in a Gang

Chapter 18

Tyra POV

I left Ray's house angry as hell. He said I'd understand things after he explained it to me so I allowed him to explain to me. He used all of his five minutes to explain and the hour I spent at his house after that was full of arguments and tears. But as I recall, I wasn't the one who cried. Nope, it was Ray.

Yes, he cried. Ray cried his little eyes out and I didn't so much as bat an eye at the sight. Although it was really sad and made me want to cheer him up and make those tears go away, I couldn't. I was too mad at him. Everything Lucky was warning me about was true.

Lucky and I fought for no reason because I wanted to give Ray a chance. Although I kept saying Lucky was a hypocrite for what she was saying because she dated a boy in a gang who probably did much worse than Ray and his friends, I didn't really believe Ray was in a gang nor did I think all the things he did was that bad.

If you're wondering what Ray told me, well here it is.

~Flashback~

Ray released a sharp breath before continuing his story. He allowed me to take a seat on the sofa and relax before he started what he was going to say.

"My name is Ray and this is my story..." He said. It was so over dramatic, I couldn't help but to release a laugh. Ray scowled at me before he began speaking again.

"I know Lucky was telling you this before, but I might as well put all the suspicions to rest." He sighed and got on his knees before me. He grabbed my hands in his and placed a gentle kiss on them. "I'm in a gang and we do bad things."

I nodded my head slowly as a way to have him continue. He did.

"We sell drugs and rob stores and all that other stuff. We just don't do that human trafficking stuff. That's off limits to us." Ray explained. "But we've been having a gang war with the MSFTs, you know who they are right? Jaden's gang? Yeah, well anyways, Lucky was trying to keep you away from me because she's dating a MSFT and by Street Law, y'all couldn't really be cool anymore if you dated me and she dated a MSFT. I guess she wanted to protect your friendship, you know that girly shit. Well since you chose me, Lucky must've flipped her cap and went off on you. I totally disagree with her way of handling things and I really lost my temper.

"I broke into her house with the gang surrounding the perimeter and was just going to scare her. I really was, but she had a frying pan and she really was going to hurt me. Well it sounds stupid now considering I was the one with a gun and she was holding a stupid frying pan." He sighed and shook his head. "I wasn't going to shoot her. You have to believe me on that! I really wasn't. Well I guess E.J. walked into the room and saw that I had been trapped, well whatever he saw from his perspective, and he just injured her. He didn't hit her anywhere where she'd be killed. Just the heel of her foot. Or where ever it was. She fell to the floor in pain and was crying. She went nuts. I don't even know where Mateo went but he was nowhere to be found after that.

"We took her to the hospital and Chresanto made it clear that she wasn't to tell any officials what happened. Now that I think of it. I guess we should've made it clear that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone what happened but she did so anyways. So now you're mad at me and I'm trying to find out what's wrong with me and our relationship and I really am sorry.

"I knew you were a pacifist but I still did what I thought was right. I wasn't using my head and I really regret it. Please forgive me." With that, his whole speech was over.

I scoffed and shook my head. I stood from the sofa and yanked my hands from his grip.

"Fuck you, Ray!" I yelled before attempting to stomp out of the room. He grabbed onto my leg and held tightly.

"No, Tyra!" he cried, "I'm so sorry. I really am."

I scoffed and shook my head. "This is bullshit! You hurt Lucky because of me? Seriously? I didn't tell you to do anything, you just thought with your ass instead of your head. Go to Hell."

~Flashback Over~

After that, we steady argued and eventually, he gave up on trying to convince me into staying and now here I am. Walking home in the dark and completely alone.

Police sirens in the distance, Rottweilers barking, and a couple gun shots were heard as I walked down the long street that never seemed to end. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad was going to happen but I easily brushed it off.

No matter how much I tried not to, my mind kept thinking about the argument I had with Ray and what he did to Lucky. I still couldn't believe he did that, nor could I believe that Lucky was right all along. Not to mention that I actually cursed at Ray.

I wasn't really the type of person to curse a lot nor use violence, but when Ray told me what he did to Lucky and then had the nerve to call Lucky a bitch and say she deserved it, I had no self control in me. I punched him square in the face and walked out the house. This was after the fact of him crying. Now I'm just walking home with a throbbing hand and a single relationship status.

My phone was buzzing constantly and when I thought it wouldn't stop, I finally picked up the phone. Luckily it wasn't Ray, but it was Mickie. And sadly, she was crying.

"Tyra," Mickie cried. "I-- I think we-- I think we broke up." She kept sniffling and sobbing, it was quite hard to understand what she was saying.

"Whoa, whoa. What?" I said.

 "Can you come over?" Micki asked between sobs. "Sure, I'll be over in a few."

"Okay, I'll leave my door unlocked."

I looked around for oncoming cars and safely crossed the street on my journey to Mickie's house. When I got there, just as expected, her door was open. I walked in the house as if it were mine, something her family was used to by now, and made my way towards her bedroom. I opened the door to see her crying her eyes out in her Winnie the Pooh covered pillow. Nervously clearing my throat, I took a seat at the foot of her bed.

She peaked up and her sobs got louder.

"What happened with you and Chresanto?" I asked.

She sniffled a couple of times before she wiped her eyes and sat straight.

"So he gave me a ride home and we were sitting in his car talking about what he did to Lucky. And he was lying to me so we started yelling and blah blah blah. And then after all the yelling and crying and bullshitting, he had the fucking nerve to call me a bitch and then told me that I needed to chill! Then I asked what the fuck was his problem and he calmed down and told me some real nigga shit and come to find out, he's in a gang and it scared me. I was fucking crying, my dude. I cried! Since when do I ever let a nigga make me cry? I was in tears! And he said we need to take a break but I wouldn't hear it and then he just kissed me and I got out the car and I don't know if we're broken up or if we're still cuffed. Tyra! I'm scared." She spoke really fast, I barely understood a word she said.

"Wait, wait. Can you speak English?"

"Santo is in a gang! And we might be broken up! And he called me a bitch! Tyra, what do I do?" Seeing Mickie cry so much was actually heartbreaking. She was never really the type to cry, but now that I saw her so broken, I had no words to say. It was so sad actually.

"I don't know, Mickie." I sighed. "I don' know."

SO I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ANYMORE SO LET'S PRETEND THIS WAS A BOMB ASS CHAPTER, OKAY?!?! OKAY.

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