THE BLOCK

Live By The Gun, Die By The Gun ☠️🔫

Lark's Point Of View.

I pull down my dress while sitting on the same chair by Tyree's hospital bed. His heart monitor and boring ass day time TV is on and the quite chatter from the other family who's son was also shot last night is heard through the thin curtain separating us. I haven't eaten and neither has mom, but she went to go get Aidan and Avion, my eight year old twin brothers from their dad's house. I managed to get a couple of hours of sleep in after they told us that Tyree was going to be okay.

I hear him cough, forcing me to look up and turn to him instead of eye balling the posters that I've looked at several times already.

"Where's mom?"

"She went to get the boys. The nurses brought you in some food if your hungry"

He shakes his head "I'm not hungry, you have it"

"I'm good. The nurse came back with your results, she told mom you was five inches away from being paralysed"

"I know, but I can get surgery on my leg"

I nod.

"At least I don't have to go to school for a couple months"

"It's not funny. If Brandon didn't show up, you wouldn't be here right now"

"How d'you figure that?" He questions.

"That's what this is all about, his fucking Jays. I can't even say I'm fully done with him cause I think I'm pregnant"

"What?" He shakes his head.

"I know, but all the signs are there, I didn't have enough money to get a test though"

"Well there's some money in a nike shoe box under my bed... just don't get greedy"

I snigger "Thanks"

He nods, allowing it to fall some what silent when the door opens and mom, Aidan and Avion rush into the room.

"Tyrell"

They run over to his side.

"We made you a get well soon card"

"Lark, a word" my mom instructs me to come over to the side, so I do getting up in the dress I wore last night.

"You have some guests waiting on you and Brandon, I don't want him up in here"

"Yeah"

I agree. Fuck Brandon. I head out of Tyree's room and into the waiting room where I see everyone sleeping in hard ass wooden chairs. Brandon is the only one awake, I guess he can't sleep after all that he's done.

"Hey...is he okay?" He asks, standing up, strolling towards me.

"Yeah he's fine, no thanks to you"

"This shit has gotten way out of hand, I didn't mean it to"

"What the fuck did you think was gonna happen when you run up in some gang bangers house with a glock?" I interrogate.

"I know and now I'm in it alone"

"Why? Where's Flaco?"

"He's dead, he got shot too, but he didn't make it" he tells me.

"It should have been you. My mom doesn't want you here and I don't either, you better go"

"Lark, just hear me out"

"No fuck off" I sternly repeat, waking some of the others up.

"Alright, well tell Tyree I said sorry" he sighs, strolling away as I turn around to the others.

"How's Tyree?" Ray questions yawning and sitting up right.

"He's good, he'll probably be home by next week so"

"That's good"

"You know you guys didn't have to stay the whole night"

"Course we did, had to make sure our boy Tyree was good" Fuck shit comments as I take a seat.

"Thanks guys"

"So what's up with B? He's not tryna stay?"

"Flaco died" I share.

"Damn"

"That's tough"

"I know Flaco was evil and shit but I feel kinda bad"

"Why? Live by the gun, die by the gun" I remind them.

"I guess so huh"

"Anyways, Imma go home, take this tight ass dress off"

"You want someone to come with you?" Jib asks.

"Yeah, let's go"

Brandon's Point Of View.

I look down at my porch yanking at some of the grass sitting on the first step my head racing. I hear the front door open and close I look up to see my 'dad' Mitch.

"You must of been partying hard last night for real"

I stay silent when he sits beside me, making me feel uncomfortable as I don't know him at all.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know you just seem tense as hell" He declares as I throw the grass to the side.

"Nah. I'm good"

"Listen Brandon, I know your all grown now, but I want to be here for you"

"I told you, my stepdad is my dad, my moms not with him right now but they'll get back together soon, they always do" I respond.

"Yeah. I know it feels like that, but I think your mom wants us to be a family, we don't have to get along but I'm not going anywhere so I want us to try at least for your mom"

"Yeah, whatever" I go back inside.