I froze up again.
I didn't even remember how to breathe at that moment.
"Momma! Oh my god! Ma, please! wake up." I cried running over to her holding her limp body.
No pulse.
just an empty shell.
"A-Ayva.." my dad wept to stand in the doorway with a gun in his hand. Drunk and crying.
"W-What did you do ?!" I cried hysterically. Tears running down my face like a faucet.
My mom may not have been the best mother to me but she didn't deserve this shit.
"I- I did her a f-favor. She owes Some niggas a lot of money for st-st-steal-ing drugs and not paying up." he sniffles pointing the gun at me. "He's got his crew coming for all of us, I might as well finish the job."
"D-daddy." I said breathless still clinging to my mom's body. "No." I slowly raise up preparing to take the gun from him. "It doesn't have to be this way ." I swallow my tears.
He cocked the gun.
"Put the fuckin gun down. Before I blast your brain all up in this bitch. Bitch !" A masked face in all black appeared behind my father holding a pistol to his head.
Another short chapter sorry :D ..keep on reading to find out what happens
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Written In The Slums (COMPLETE)
General FictionI walked up the raggedy steps of Crenshaw projects. Avoiding stepping on needles , crack pipes and fisher price toys. I went on back into my room stopping at the gruesome sight that took my breath away. Blood painted and spattered all over the ba...
