Boondocks: The Hood Edition

A Different Kind of Angry

Riley's POV~

"Ugh," I moan, slowly waking up. That was a intense ass dream I just had.

Aye yo, hol up..this ain't my bed. My eyes widen as I sit up, looking around. "Damn man," I mumble, rubbing my head. I don't know if I moved to fast but my head hurt like a bitch and something smells foul as fuck.

"No, you don't understand!" I hear from the other room. Hol up, where am I? The lights dim as hell off in here. I push some ole raggedy ass covers off of me then stand up from this crusty ass bed I was just laid on.

Hol the fuck up. "Wait a second.." I mumble, actually hearing myself. I look around the room then run to the first mirror I see. Aw hell naw. "Shit!" I shout, angry as fuck. Why two of my teeth missing?

I look down at my fit, frowning. Who the fuck dressed me in a homeless ass niggas outfit?

Mane, this shit better be a joke. I don't know who think they can mess with Young Reezy nigga.

"Nah! You over here tryna be captain save a hoe. Fuck You, bitch!" I hear some nigga yell. "I ain't no bitch, nigga! Watch who you talking to! " I hear then a door slams shut.

Well damn. Somebody finsta tell me what the fucks going on. I'm bout to walk out this door to this crusty ass room and go find somebody. This can't be no hospital.

"Oh shit!" I yell, damn near jumping out of my skin. Fuck no. I intently stare at a nigga laid down on a metal grey table. His eyes closed and he got a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. His body look pale as fuck.

Maybe he still alive. Maybe I'm tripping. "Aye," I whisper. He doesn't move. Mane, I think he dead. Ain't this some bullshit?

"So you're finally awake?"

I jump, stumbling over something on the ground. "Shit!" I shout, hitting the floor.

"Still clumsy like I remember yo ass being." I hear a familiar voice. It can't be. "What the fu—"

My sentence is cut off by the sight in front of me. It's almost as if I'm looking at a ghost.

"You gon keep starin or is you hug me already?" She rolls her eyes, snapping me back into reality.

This a fucking dream mane. Or maybe... It's really Cindy. She looks just like the girl from my dreams. And it's definitely the bitch from jack in the box. "Fine. Don't hug me then. Just come the fuck on. You need ta eat." She turns around and begins walking out of here with keys dangling in her hand. I quickly follow behind her, still not believing it's really her.

I look down each hallway as I walk out of the room. Ain't nobody in this bitch. I go up to Cindy, grab her by the wrist, holding her arms behind her. "Cindy, is dat really you?"

"Nigga, what the fuck!?"

As soon as she said that, about 20 niggas with weapons comes out of nowhere with all they shit pointed at me. I damn near just pissed myself.

"Riley, let me the fuck go." She demands. I instantly let go, backing away from her with caution as she stares at me like I'm crazy. I watch as a familiar lookin nigga with tats all over his face throws her a gun. "Murph, If this bitch ass nigga give you trouble, shoot his muthafuckin head off." He tells her as everyone begins lowering their weapons.

She mugs me before walking ahead of me. "Try some more shit like that and watch what happens." She mumbles as I catch up to her. I look around at all the dudes as they disperse back to wherever the fuck they came from.

After walking for a few minutes, we finally reached the front door. I stared at her the whole time. I couldn't help myself. This bitch been in so many of my dreams. This feels unreal. I've pinched myself more times than I can remember and I'm not waking up.