Senses Failed

11

"whea we going?" saint dragged me into the passenger side of the car. him getting into the drivers seat.

"a lil midnight date." he joked, pulling into that road. his gloved hands grippin the stirring wheel. "we got some business ta handle."

"this late?" reading the time that appeared on the car.

2:25 a.m.

i still slept on the floor of the warehouse and it was odd at night being the only one in there with a bunch of drugs and money surrounding me but i was gettin use to it.

we drove in silence for almost thirty minutes, stopping at what seemed like a crack house. the windows were busted, wooden boards crossin them, junkies were sittin outside obvious to the world around them.

the smell of unbathed bodies, making me wanna vomit.

"what we doin here?"

he pulled out his gun, smirking, cocking it back. "it's a nigga blue in thea, owe b some money."

"he's late." i mumbled, grabbing a gun from the back.

"more like overdue, shawty." he laughed, getting out the car, slamming the door.

shaking my head, i got out, walkin up to the entrance of the door.

a woman sittin on a rusty chair in the lawn, the grass very overgrown caught my attention, her brown hair a nest on her head, her brown eyes concentrating on the belt that wrapped around her forearm as she stuck the needle inside her veins.

her eyes rollin to the back of her head, her body jerking out of the chair and onto the ground.

a man with no shirt and brown pants that had stains all over it, snatched the needle out her arm into his, trying to get the slightest of whatever drug she left inside it.

her eyes went back to normal, still wide, staring at me. "my baby." she smiled.

"yo" saint called out, already inside. "you good?" he looked down at the women who still stared at me.

"yea."

walking inside, dirty mattresses and empty drug containers laid tossed around on the floor. some women in the corner, vomiting on herself. her eyes and skin pale.

"let's go."

we went deeper into the house, stopping at a closed door. saint looked at me before kicking the door off the hinges.

the man reached for his gun, pulling out mine, i shot him in the arm.

"shepherd?"

my head turned to the body that laid sprawled out on the ground. her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, clothes ripped and stomach protruding.

a white substance drippin from ha nose.

"ain't tha ya sista?" saint looked to ha, laughing, before walking ova to blue.

"i thought you were dead." she heaved, her voice cracking, "everyone thought so."

kneeling next to her, my hand reached to the back of her head, taking a fist full of hair in my hands. "like mother , like daughter, huh?"

she winced in pain, trying to pull away from me.

i held the metal to her head, staring in her now sober eyes.

"im sorry, shepherd." she cried, tears streaking down her cheeks. "for everything, for not being there when mom-"

the gun went off in my hand, the bullet ,purposely, only slight missing her head, falling onto the ground. her eyes staring wide at me. knocking the cold steel against her temple.