𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 • 𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴

𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜.
-𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙚

𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟾, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸

I've been in Huntsville for about three weeks now. I can't lie, I've been in a depressive state every since they told my about my house being burnt down. I can't get any of that stuff back. The little things with the most meaning are all gone just like that. If I ever find out who did it, I might just go back to prison.

The cops and my home insurance company are still investigating to figure out who it was. Investigators could tell that it wasn't an accidental fire due to the strong aroma of burning gasoline upon arrival. That tells me that someone was trying to seriously hurt me.

The cops also told me that the gasoline was poured in a trail that began in my room, on my bed. It continued downstairs through the hallway, into the kitchen, around the living areas, and out of the front door.

They also called to inform Pieear since his name is also on the documents and listed as an emergency contact. He was ready to kill when found out that it wasn't just some freak accident. Ebony and I had to talk him down because of his short temper. He gets out of control when it comes to his family.

I'm currently walking back to the house from the corner store. P gave me the keys to his other car but I chose to walk instead so I could get some fresh air and possibly some peace of mind. I bought myself a family sized bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, Famous Amous Cookies, and an Arizona Green Tea for Ebony.

I made sure to watch my surroundings at all times as I walked. I've been on edge and restless as fuck every since the bad news hit my ears. I can't never be too careful now. I listened to the music coming from my phone's speakers as I walked when a man pulled up on the side of me and yelled out. "Aye baby! You new round hea?"

I didn't answer him. I just looked at him crazily and kept walking like he wasn't there. I really hoped that he could get the message quickly because I do have one of my brothers guns in my pocket right now. I'm already jittery, he better gone on.

Unfortunately, he kept trying to talk to me. After what seemed like forever, he finally drove the fuck off. I think I heard him call me a bitch too but I'm not hurting over it. I'm just glad he went about his business.

A few more minutes of me walking and I heard quick footsteps behind me. Before I could spin around to see what the fuck was going on, I felt somebody grab my shoulder. Like reflex, my hand immediately reached into my pocket and grabbed the grip of the gun.

I turned around to see that it was the same guy from a few minutes ago. I scoffed and yanked my shoulder away from him. Niggas are weird as fuck, I can't.

"Don't touch me you pussy ass nigga, fuck you got goin?" I looked at him crazily as I let my mouth say whatever it wanted. With the way I been feeling lately, I could do some real crazy shit right about now.

He smacked his lips and grabbed around my waist roughly, trying to press his area against me. I instantly drop my bag of snacks and pulled my gun out for him to see that I wasn't joking. He seen it but I guess that didn't put any fear in his heart so now I had to step it up a level.