Photographer

Chapter 9

<Chris P.O.V>

I don't die.

I lifted my head up and some type of cloth fell off my face. I looked around to see Saige dead on the basement floor. Karma came back to her in the long run. I smelled smoke... he must've tried to set my ass on fire. I would've still came back for his ass if I was burnt up. I'd be Freddy Krueger in this bitch. But I'm not tryna get my pretty ass burned alive so I untied myself from this chair easily. Whoever tied me up need they ass beat, they can't tie for shit. But anyways I got up from the chair while holding my stomach and I escaped through the basement window.

I debated if I wanted to walk back to the crib and kill Trey now but nah, what would be the fun in that? Imma play with his mind first then I'll kill him. I'm so mad he took my camera! All the memories in there, all the bodies in my collection FUCK! Imma have to start over. I patted my pockets to see if I still had my phone, Which I did, and I called someone who can help me right now. Someone who can help me get revenge.

[Phone Convo]

Me- Yo Bro you busy?

???-Nah what's good?

Me- I just got set up and I need you to pick me up

???- Where you at? Send me your location

Me- Ok and hurry up I'm bleeding

[End Of Convo]

After that I hung up and waiting for my mans to come pick me up. I decided to walk further down the street so I can be further away from the burning house. About 3 minutes later my mans pulled up and I hopped in his whip and we went back to his crib, then we went into his living room.

"Daaamn What happened to you bro?"

"Remember that nigga Trey?"

He nodded, "Yeah?"

"Him and this girl I was fucking with set me up and tried to kill me"

"What for?"

I explained the whole story to him detail by detail while he was cleaning and stitching up my stab wounds. I ain't hesitate one bit to tell him anything because he was my older brother, Joyner.

"Hey I know this may be much but I need a new camera"

"Nah nigga you need rest, listen get some sleep and when you wake up I'll think about driving you to the store myself and getting you a camera alright?"

I nodded and laid down on his couch.

"Joyner"

"What's good bro"

"Thank you for helping me"

"You my little brother imma hold you down no matter what"

I dapped him up then I laid back down.

For the life of me I could go to sleep so I just laid there looking at the ceiling. My mind was filled with all types of demonic shit. I was planning on what I'd do to Trey, it was making me even more mad that he took the time to set me up. I thought he was like my brother! I basically grew up with this nigga and now he wanna turn on me?!!! He got another thing coming.

"Chris?"

"Yes?"

"Watchu looking at" he looked up at the ceiling. "And why were you smiling so damn long?"

I sat up slowly and laughed "Watchu talking about bro?"

"You was just smiling at the ceiling for a good 3 minutes, you like my ceiling fan or sum?"