The Party

Iyanna's View (Chapter 2)

Shots rang out, stampede of people ran out the house party. Some running a direction from the shots, others were expecting the scene where the shots came from. I walked through the house seeing the body laid out, blood everywhere with a female crying, from the sounds she was making only words I was able to make out was "No my baby why!? why!?". A couple of niggas was standing over here, somebody came in and killed K-Dog.

"Shid whoever that was that killed K-Dog they caught up with that nigga outside pumped em with metal fa real". Somebody said, I shook my head not phased by any of it. See death is something i'm use to, fuck being from Baton Rouge, just cause you live here and reside here don't mean you experience the down side of this street life shit. I get outside, I see police all around got some people for questioning, others had they phones out making a video of the scene; thats some shit i'll never understand why people do, anything for attention I guess.

I walk up getting a closer look where the police had the tape. As I got closer I flourished in anxiety, it was Chad, riddled with bullets, it was no question he was dead. The corners zipped the black bag carrying him away. I noticed a cop looking at me.I didn't match his gaze, turning to walk away the male cop approached me

"Ma'am did you know the purp?" He asked in a direct tone like he already knew the answer. I ignored him stuck on the fact he was so quick to call Chad a purp like the motherfucker had all the facts. I knew Chad he was no saint, he was a blood same as the nigga I was fucking with. At the same time from me bring around Chad he ain't fuck with nobody til' he was fucked with unless it was work within the Blood Organization seeing how he was alone, it had to be personal. "Ma'am did you hear me?" The white cop asked again. I looked him in the eye this time saying "Nah", walking off. From what i seen, he looked at me stupid ian pay it no mind kept walking, heading down the street spotting my car I got in and sunk in what I just seen.

Opening the visor I looked at my face, it was mildly red against my almond colored skin, eyes were hazel brown, had my hair golden brown sitting down to my upper back, alot of people say me and Cuban Doll favor, checking my teeth everything looked good straight and white only thing was the braces I had which everyone who saw them gave compliments or as Trae would say "They just make you more appealing on top of the beauty you already possess ma". As the thought ran across my head I smiled, the nigga was a smooth talker for-real. After checking myself I called Trae.

"Hello" Trae answered in his deep voice, I skipped the pleasantries gettin to the point.
"Where are you!?" I asked
"At the trap waddup?"
"Some shit went down at the spot I went to"
"You good!?" he asked, hearing the tone of his voice get soft.
"Yeah im good, listen its bout Chad somebody laid him down" I heard him breath deep. I waited to see if he was gonna say something he didn't, knowing how he operated I told him meet me at my house.
"You cant pull up over here?" he asked.
"Fuck no, Ian coming there ion wanna be around all them niggas" I said with attitude he knew I didn't like that shit.
"Iight ima on the way" He said.
I ended the call, started my 2017 GT black Mustang, heading to my house.

I heard Trae pulling in a little while after me, I was sitting on the porch steps rolling a back wood. Upon lightin' it up, his rude ass snatch it and start hitting it. "You bold tonight huh?" I asked in a defining tone, cutting my eyes at him. He laughed showing his 32, "Give me my shit" I demanded him.,"If I don't?", he challenged blowing weed smoke in the air. I rose up on my feet looking him in the eye, "I can split yo wig", letting him know I was serious. He returned the look adding on; "You can get yo wig split too lil mama remember that", "Ian trippin' long as I take one with me" I countered.
We cracked the seriousness and started laughing, we always talk shit to eachother. Even with that it was times I was down to ride on a couple missions with him and his boys so he knew behind the playful banner my trigger finger stay itching. He handed the blunt back, I took a few pulls passing it back, telling him to come in the house so we can talk the neighbors nosy as fuck.