Khali POV
"I think you've had enough, Khali." Savannah, the bartender, stated as she leaned down on the bar. Savannah is Hayden's older sister, so that's how I know her on a first name basis. I'm not even much of a drinker, so I don't come in here that often enough to learn her name that way.
Why he didn't send her away, I don't know. Leek and I tried to tell these niggas to move all they loved ones out of state before this 'war' bullshit. I'm glad she is here though considering the fact that I'm under aged and shouldn't really be drinking anyway. Home girl didn't even bother asking for my license.
"You did come in here by yourself. I assumed you drove yourself here. If you get too drunk, who's going to drive you home?" She asked, trying to reason with me.
I'd be lying I'd I said Savannah wasn't attractive. She has a caramel complexion, a curvy body, and green eyes to top it all off. As sexy as this bitch is, she pissin me the fuck off by not giving me another drink. Like damn! You are a bartender. You get paid by tips... I think... So why should you care how much a person drinks as long as they're paying? I only had like... three already. That's not even bad. They haven't even had the time to kick in yet.
I been off to myself for a couple of days after what went down. I was cooped up in my empty ass house that no one would think to look in, but then I got an idea. Why not head down to the bar for a 'change of scenery'?
Usually I'm not the one to settle my problems with alcohol, but damn, that's because I never tried to.
I was held at gun point. Until you have been, you won't understand why the fuck I feel the way I do. I could be dead right now. Dead and gone. That feeling in that very moment... I can't explain it. Shit I been shot at and actually shot plenty of times, and that shit hardly even fazed me, so I don't know why I'm taking this so hard.
The one who held me at gunpoint, Devin's bitch ass, is dead right now. There ain't shit that nobody could do to bring him back after Leek and I got done with his ass. So again, why am I taking this hellah hard? I got him before he could get me. Not a good way to think or be, but that's just how it happened. Him and Ethan both had every chance to shoot me on sight, but they just had to be cocky prolong it. I'm glad they did. I ain't ready to die yet, but what if they hadn't waited? Just like that, Khalid and Katelynn would have to grow up without their biological father.
One of these days it ain't gonna be no false alarm. One of these days I'll really take my last breath. Sooner or later? Who the fuck knows?!
Maybe I'm just getting soft. Shit, I don't know, but what I do know is that I need to man the fuck up and handle my shit. By handling shit, I mean taking Steelz out. I'm sick of this waiting shit. I wish I knew the exact location of that nigga so I could put one or two in his skull. I have to say fuck Nova's feelings on this one, when I see him he's as good as gone. It'll hurt at first, but time's suppose to heal all, right? She'd probably be mad as fuck at me and sad that she'd be parent less at just eighteen, but hey, she'll forgive me for it eventually.
Thinking about her makes me think about Asia. Damn I miss baby girl a lot, but she probably don't miss me. Shawty don't give a fuck about me and never have. It's all about my looks and stability, not me personally. If we didn't have a kid together, she probably wouldn't even answer my calls or texts every blue moon.
"Looks like it's not serving its purpose anyway." Savannah smirked as she put down a napkin then put down a glass filled with dark red liquid in it. "This is your last one Khali. I'm not joking. Give me your keys."
I laughed at her then picked the glass up. "What do you mean 'not serving its purpose'? What purpose is it suppose to be serving? And why did you have to go so heavy on the cranberry juice?"
