On My Block (Prophet$ Side)

Chapter 2: Are we dead yet?

Y'all thought things were getting bad now? Shit, y'all ain't know a god damn thing.

A Santo walks up to me after I land and I blindly shoot behind me and bullets graze his torso, barely penetrating the skin. I blow the gang whistle one more time and it's dead silent. It's about 9:15 PM and I'm unbelievably tired. My Jordan's, wrecked with mud and dirty. I'm drenched with sweat in my green shirt and being chased to my deathbed. I keep running hopping to reach Prophet$ land for safety, but the Santos keep cutting corners to stop me from running over there. I look up into the night sky and say a quick prayer, " They done my home, and my pops they definitely deserve shit like this, " I cocked my gun and wiped my face off while catching my breathe one more time as I hop another house, a grown bald man stops me; " You're Roy's kid, GET your ass in my house quick! " he grabs me into the house and closes the door. He then says, " These fucking new Prophet$... when drugs came in it changed y'all, we never had it like this... I grew up with yo daddy and he'd never teach you to live like this... " I kiss my teeth, like who is this nigga? I was just running for my life now he's gonna pick me up? I let out a sigh of relief from being chased by the Santos, but I knit my eyebrows by this Mr.Clean ass nigga all on my face, " My nigga, I don't even know yo ass, the fuck you even stopping me for? " I say as I see a girl behind him, " You that shorty with the Santo! " She stares me down and exchange glances with what seems to be her dad, he then says: " It's a shame, your dad would've expected better from you... " I then get frustrated, and pull out gun and yell, " THE FUCK YOU KNOW BOUT MY DAD? " I reload the gun, and I hear something behind me and turn around; it's Cesar and he quickly grabs my arms, the man who appears to be a father grabs me as they disarm me. " Shoot ME! Go ahead, pussy ass Santo won't do it. It took you twice to kill a Prophet, and you still didn't... " I feel my voice trailing off as the man's grip tightens as I slowly black out with Cesar pointing the gun towards me, I grimace staring at Cesar. I then pass out.
—TIME SKIP—
I wake up on a couch, it's a Saturday morning and I'm still in Santo territory. I take off a blanket placed on me and feel for my phone and I see it plugged it. My gun is gone, I look around and see the bald guy sitting in a loveseat.
Man:" My name is Monty, I used to be dealing with prophets, your dad was one... you may not know me because we haven't had time to connect... "
I get up, " Where's. My. Shit? " I say as I grab my phone looking for my shoes.
Monty: " He gives out a sigh. Impatient just like your father... it's a shame. But the Santos are still hot on you. Your 'enemy' Cesar got them off your tail for you while your other friend left you to die. "
I check my phone and see 12 missed calls from Dev and 28 from Anna. " So what I'm hearing is you paid a favor you felt you owe. " I say in a disrespectful manner, as his daughter comes out and faces me;
Girl: You got no damn right speaking to my dad like that.
I think to myself, who the fuck is this shorty. I turn around real quick because she clearly wasn't speaking to me. " If you really was with my pops though, props to you. I miss my old man, them damn fucking Santos took him away! " I say knitting my eyebrows look down to the girl. She stays silent as everybody in the room feels my frustration. " And last night was supposed to be my revenge for my homie, now he got no choice to lay low because some snitch-ass Santo. "
Girl: " What are y- "
Monty: " Monse, please don't say anything. He's been through a lot. "
I look up at both of them, and my gaze returns to Monty. " I see my old man thanking you for look out for my behind, but I can't fuck with somebody that fuck with a Santo. Last night she was there before things rolled down with that Santo. Y'all should've left me for dead, I chose what I wanted to do. I don't wanna be at mercy, don't give me no damn fucking pity because when I lost my pops, nobody was there. NOBODY, only the Prophet$ and they my family my pops left for me. "
The room is now dead silent with those words echoing in everybody head.