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"All it took was one shot.."
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Her small arms were wrapped around his torso, he sighed tying the durag on his head. "Yo why you so clingy?" He spoke.
"Ew, first of all fix your tone nigga."
"Bree I got shit to do and you stoppin' me. I can't be laid up in bed all day."
"I know.. but i don't want you to leave today."
It had been weeks and the two were going strong. So far so good no arguments, no long breaks without speaking, there was no trouble in paradise. But Bree's constant need for attention was starting to irk him. "Bro forreal get up off me i gotta go. Ima stop by tonight."
She let out a small sigh letting go of the grip she had on him "See you later grumpy." She pecked his cheek. He waved her off standing to his feet "See you tonight."
She frowned hearing the front door slam. She was all alone and she hated it. She loved being around him, he was her way out. With him she didn't go insane, she hadn't taken her pills in weeks. If he wasn't around her PTSD would get the best of her. She felt that there was no need to inform about her illness it wasn't like she was crazy or anything.
She lifted one of his unfinished blunts from the ashtray sparking it up she crawled out of bed. She placed the phone beside the speaker, she plopped down on the couch. Jhene aiko's speak spilled through the speakers while bree stared out the window. She exhaled smoke letting her mind wander off.
The teen couple were quarreling in the middle of the street. He chased after "So thats it? We done na'?" He spoke tying the strings of his sagging sweatpants. Inresponse she speeded up her pace walking along the sidewalk. "Laya! slow down fuck is you going?" He grabbed a hold of her arm.
Her chest heaved up and down, she turned facing him "Kirk let go of me! I'm done ok? I'm done fucking with you!" She yelled. "Bro you not serious right now? You breaking up with me on our aniversary? Laya?"
She snatched her arm away from him continuing down the street. He screamed her name but all she did was stick up her two middle fingers.
The black mazda banged the curve entering the suburban neighborhood, He blew smoke from his mouth. The car slowed down when he noticed his baby sister on the street. He rolled down the window "Laya? What is you doin' out hea?"
She let out a breath "Can you give me a ride home?" She flashed a fake smile at her big brother. She couldn't broke down over a boy in front of brother he would only give her a lecture about why she shouldn't be dating.
Kirk scrunched up his face speed walking towards the black car. Could that be the older dude his friends told him about? He always knew there was someone else but he didn't know who. "Laya where is you going? Excuse me she don't need a ride she good nigga." He snatched her out of the vehicle.
Shamar furrowed his eyebrows, he pushed the car door open sliding himself out. "Get cha fuckin' hands off of my sista." He pushed the teenage boy. Kirk's body fumbled backwards until he fell over in someone's garden. "Laya is you good? Who is this nigga?"
"I'm fine Shamar he's nobody." She shook her head pulling the car door open. Kirk crawled out of the flower garden clutching onto the gun he had on his waist "Bro don't you ever put ya' hands on me again." He whipped the gun aiming it at Shamar.
Shamar chuckled, he wasn't phased by this kid. "Yo move that fake shit up outta my face." He spat.
"Fake? You must not know about me cuh!" He took the gun off of safety "Ion fight i shoot shit up nigga."
Shamar whipped the gun out from his waist aiming it at the boy "Don't fuck with me kid!" His voice boomed. Laya jumped out of the car, her eyes widened witnessing the commotion going on outside. Her brother with a gun pointed at her so called boyfriend and with Kirk pointing a gun at Shamar. "Oh my god, y'all calm down before the neighbors see y'all and call the police. Y'all know how white folks is."
"Fuck it they can call the police i don't give a fuck! This nigga disrespected me!" Kirk shouted. Shamar nodded his head at his sister lowering his gun "You not worth it, you a kid." He waved him off.
"Kirk see he put his gun down now you can do the same no one's shooting at any body." She spoke.
"Nah fuck that!"
A single gun shot ringed off alarming the entire neighborhood.
