No Innocence Behind A Street Nigga (love,trust & lies)

Fifteen

I can feel my whole body shut down like I couldn't move a muscle, my eyes were so damn heavy I was fighting to keep them open. Looking around I see Racks knocked out on my moms little reclining chair made for one person. Nate was all into his phone, killer was still trying to get more high which I don't know how because we had about 16 blunts amongst the 5 of us. Al ass left to go get some pussy and I was just high as hell! Looking at the clock on the wall I see it was now 10 and my moms should be on her way, I give myself a little boost to get up from the couch so I can air it out before she got here. Walking toward the back to use the bathroom I notice my door was open. I look inside and see Dasia wasn't there so I take it she was in the bathroom, the bathroom door flung open and there she was "wassup" I said crossing her arms while walking back into the room she goes "shut the door" I do as I was told and stand there waiting on her to explain what her issue was. "So who's in the living room?" She said with attitude while turning to face me "my crew why?" I replied. Cutting her eyes at me she just rolled them and walked to the bed I don't know what her problem was because the crew ain't come bother her at all. "Why you have a attitude? Nobody came fucking with you!" I said this girl was starting to get beside herself wanting answers and shit when I didn't even hit it yet. "AWWW HELLL TF NO! DEVON GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" I hear my mom loud as fuck yelling from the living room. Damn this was what I didn't want, I put my hands on my head and cringe my jaw in frustration "what you laughing at?" I asked Dasia because she seem to think this shit was funny "don't be mad at me go talk to your mom like that big man" she shot back before falling back on the bed. I just shot her the middle finger and walked out the room, making my way toward the living room I was trying to figure out what I was gone say or do to get her out this mood I just put her in. As I enter the living room the guys all was wide awake now sitting up straight like they were back in elementary school trying to line up first, Racks ass had a smirk on his face cause he always thought everything was so damn funny. "Is that weed I see on my nice 600 dollar table?" My mom asked looking at the little bit that was laying there we all bust out laughing because we thought she smelled the weed. "Yeah I'm sorry ma we was just rolling up I'll get it up and wipe it for you" I said while picking up the little that was there and tossing it out the window "why y'all asses up in my space anyways you have a room" she said, I was annoyed because I was hoping by time she get here they'd be out. My moms began to look down the hall smiling and next thing you know Dasia was out in the living room with us. "Ohhhhh I see why y'all up in my space" my mom said with her lips twisted up reaching her arms out to give Dasia a hug I just shrugged my shoulder and sat down on the couch. Looking around at the crew they all had this smirk on they face and I can't lie a nigga was over this shit! "I was just about to head home" Dasia said, looking at her with confusion she raised her eyebrow and I got up off the couch to walk her out, she waved her hand at the fellas to say bye and followed after me. Stepping outside my front door I wanted to know where she was going but I wasn't gone press the situation. She reached her arms out to hug me and I did the same, I placed my head on her neck and let my nose inhale the smell of her Victoria secret perfume. My arms wrapped around her slim waist held her for about 20 second then let go, Dasia and I were getting closer I can feel it. Soon as she turned to walk down the stairs I hurried back inside the house when I heard Nate yelling through the phone. Quickly walking toward my room Racks says "Al was shot" I couldn't believe this shit because had he not went to fuck with Nia he would still be in the crib with us. Not saying a word I went into my safe and pulled out my Glock 19, which is my baby that I keep in the crib most the time. I quickly tuck it into my pants and place my shirt over it "we gone" I said and began walking out my room as the crew followed, not saying a word to my mother we hurried out the crib to get to the hospital where Al was so we could check on him before we go tear shit the fuck up! Flagging down a cab as soon as we got out the building I thought would be a hassle luckily it wasn't because someone called a cab in front but we took that shit. Making our way toward the hospital every last one of us were on the phone calling our inside people to see what the update on Gman was, but still nobody really had anything on him just on his crew so that was who we were going to terrorize until we got who we wanted. Pulling up to Harlem Hospital only thing I cared about was my brother being awake and back to normal, lord knows if we lose another one it was gone take a big ass toll on all of us. "Excuse me we here to see Alvin Ports" Nate said to the lady at the front desk, she began to type on her computer then told us to head over to the 4th room to our left. Doing as we were told we walk into the room and see Al mom,sister,uncle, and cousins. We greet them then walk over to check on Al he had a bandage over his left shoulder because that's where he was hit, also he was hit in his leg. His family exited the room so we could spend some time with him and we really needed to talk about this shit. "So nigga how you feeling?" Racks asked "I'm straight" Al said with the aggravated look "I wanna get up outta here you niggas know I hate hospitals, all these sick & dead people up in this shit" we all laughed and knew he was being deadass. "So talk to us b what happened?" I asked
Man I don't even know Nia and I wanted to go over to Harlem Hookah for some drinks and shit, but before we even stepped out the car shots fired at us soon as I opened the car door. When the shit popped me in the leg I dropped then another hit my shoulder and I guess I blacked out.
"So Nia was hit to?" Racks asked "Na she was good and when I got to the hospital I asked how I got here and a woman told me she drove me here to the hospital I've been calling Nia ass and getting no answer" he explained. It sound to me as if Nia set this shit up since she wasn't hit at all and she left his side , plus she hasn't even checked in on my boy. I looked at Al and said "long as you good that's all that matter don't worry we gone handle this bitch." About 20 minutes went by and we just made light on the situation the fellas all were chill but me? I was pissed! Not only was Drew killed and Al shot my damn car was a little fucked up. I couldn't get this shit out my head because we were all walking targets which I was used to, but I wasn't use to being caught off guard which was why I had to holla at my inside nigga who was suppose to let me know when Gman got out. I was so deep in my thought I didn't notice the guys were talking to me "nigga you heard?" Al said while the crew just stared "what?" I said looking at the crew confused "aw man what you thinking bout? Listen we gone get this shit handled believe that just don't go silent on niggas again" racks said. Bringing that situation up made me start to think back to when the beef all started and we were having shoot outs every day 2 years ago. The shit was so hectic the cops was on our corners day and night, the crew and I been in more shoot outs then we should've been. It was so crazy I wasn't even the nigga I am now I would black out and target anything, I ain't proud of the shit I've done but I am proud to have been able to hold my own or I wouldn't be here today! The war put me in a deep hole that I said I'll never go back to I use to be silent outside just watching everything. My guys started to think I was a bit mental, but Na I was just fighting my inner demons. I reply back to racks and say "nigga I'm good" he shrugged his shoulder and said "aight then." "Ya niggas can get up outta here tho ima be straight I should be outta here soon ima hit y'all when I'm checked out" al said before reaching his hand out to dab us up.

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