* Aaron's POV *
I saw when that girl took Camille away. I tried running after the car, but it was hard with the driver shooting at me. I eventually stopped, frustrated.
"Fuck!" I screamed, looking back at what had just happened. My God brother was hurt and his friends. This shit was just crazy!
Never in my life have I ever experienced something like this. I'm not trying to be negative or nothing, but with the way everything looks... I'm not sure if these guys will make it.
The ladies were crying uncontrollably. I had to try and calm them down the best way I could.
"C'mon y'all we gotta be positive about this." I told them, gathering them in a hug.
We watched as the fire deparment sprayed water on the car and the bodies. After the fire went out, they took the bodies and placed them on a stretcher. Man was it a sight to see.
"Who the fuck would do something like this?" My mother cried. I shook my head and sighed.
"I don't know ma." I mumbled. But in my head, I had an idea.
They continued to sniffle and cry, while Trigga and his boys were being placed in the ambulance. I specifically watched the one named King because it looked like they were having an intense conversation about.
"We don't have a pulse on this one." I heard one paramedic say.
"Man..." I sighed.
"C'mon." My sister sniffled."We have to go to the hospital and try to find Camille."
I nodded in agreement with her. She pulled my mother along and the girl they called Precious. To me, it seemed like she wasn't too emotional but whatever.
30 minutes later
We rushed into the hospital and my mother began asking questions immediately.
"Ma'am, please!" The receptionist scolded.
"Look bitch don't get smart with my mom! If you would just do your damn job, she wouldn't have to keep asking questions!" My sister yelled.
She looked affended and started to dial for security. I huffed and just sat them down, before anything else happened.
The security did come, but they only gave us a warning. I promised them I would control my mom and sister, and with that they left.
"I can't believe that shit happened man." I mumbled. "Who the fuck bombs somebody?"
Precious was quiet. A little too quiet for me, but she was crying. Tears don't mean shit to me!
"Aye Precious?" I called out, staring at her intensley.
She hesitated for a bit and then bit her lip and answered.
"I have something to tell you."
* Blue's POV *
We got her. We finally got her.
"Blue that was a rush!" Brielle yelled in excitement. She glanced back at Camille amd stuck her tongue out. So childish.
"You a fool." I chuckled. I figured since the police was hot, I would just head back to Atlanta. But first, I called boss.
He answered after the third ring.
"Wassup?"
"Man, we got her."
"Stop bullshittin'. You forreal?"
"Yep, we on the way back now." I said, making a right.
"Good shit. Call me when you touch down, I have a suprise for my lady." I could hear the smile in his voice. I shook my head at his sick ass. But whatever!
"Iight mane."
* The Next Day *
I pulled up towards Boss house. His car was here, but so was someone else's. I didn't think much of it though. Brielle and I continued on towards his doorstep, dragging Camille along.
She was quiet for the most part. Besides a few soft cries, but shit... she'll be alright.
I rung the doorbell and his maid answered. She invited us in and I took in the smell of loud in the room. Smelt good as hell.
"Yo, they gettin' right, ain't they?" Brielle chuckled. I chuckled with her and nodded. "Shit, I wanna get right too. Take Camille in the bathroom and get her cleaned up." I instructed.
After they left, I walked into the kitchen where the guys were. I saw Boss, and his brothers.
"Terrance... who this?" One of them asked, standing up. I smacked my lips, because this nigga knew who the fuck I was. He flexin'!
"Chill. He's one of my best mans. Where's my girl?" He smiled. Terrance was 19. His brothers were 21 and 23.
"Brie cleaning her up and shit. Where my money?" I asked. I got shit to do.
He passed me a envolope and smiled.
"Thanks man. You outdid yourself this time, forreal."
"Quit acting so soft. You like that bitch, that bad? His oldest brother asked. Terrance reacted by pulling out his gun, that I didn't know he had.
"Call her a bitch one more time nigga, I swear." He warned, cocking it. By then Brie had came back with Camille, and she looked confused.
"Did I miss something?" Brielle asked. Terrance's other brother, Terry shook his head.
"Nah little mama.. Terrance just trippin' on blood, for a braud. We out."
"Fuck y'all." Terrance stated, as they left. I chuckled. They always acting this way.
Camille stood nervously, making everything awkward.
"Babygirl..." Terrance started. "You're finally here." He smiled.
A tear left her eye and that was the last thing I remember, before I was hit over the head with something heavy. Ain't this a bitch?
* Brandon's POV *
"Baby, help me please!" My girlfriend cried. I tried to go get her away from these guys, but fire circled me.
"Fuck man! Where's my boys?" I questioned.
"Don't let them get me Brandon, please!" She cried. My heart dropped in pain because I couldn't help the one I love the most. Plus my life was in danger too!
"If he doesn't wake up in the next few days... we're gonna have to take him off of life support." I heard someone say.
I wanted to move and scream to let them know I'm okay, but I couldn't. Everything was pitch black.
"Are you sure he can't just stay up there a little longer?" A deep voice asked. I couldn't recongnize it at the moment.
"I'm sorry, but no.."
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Teen FictionMeet Camille Davis. 16, 5'2, with a body like whoa. Camille doesn't have your average teenage life. Behind her pretty smile, is a lot of pain & suffering. With her horrible mother beating her, stepfather raping her & constantly having to manage ma...