I think I love this nigga, shìt well I been told him that. We stayed together. It was 12a.m, as me and my little dude is walking out to my car. I just couldn't wait to get to the house. I had started the car and had it running so the air could circulate. Today was a good day, we chill have fun enjoy each other time. Really I always caught myself like how I end up fucking with this nigga. But so be it, we vibes. As we are walking to the car. We just so happen to see 3 to 4 boys lingering smoking by a tree. They looked like they was posted on the block. It's not that late and it's summer the niggas is always out. As the moon light reflected down, giving the night a beautiful glow. We get in the car, buckle up. *BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW* that's all you hear. The night is silent. Shots rung out, and my mind went blank. All I can feel was his body force and gentle hands push my head down towards the steering wheel. This was really what a block slide was huh..
I could hear him talking to me.. all I could do is wonder. "Are you okay babygirl, are you hit?" I knew I wasnt hit, but damn was he? "I'm good, are you?" He says silently, "We about to get you out of here baby, I want you to open the door quickly and run back up into the building go in there wake the bro's. I'm right behind you don't look back and don't stop until you there. GO!" I did just as he said, no second guessing. I opened the driver side door, and went for it. I'm glad I didn't loose my life. I'm thankful we both wasn't harmed. I could hear him behind me, so I know we both was somewhat safe then. "FUCK these lame ass niggas man, wait until we was in the car though with my girl though bro. These niggas catching all smoke fuck that." I wanted to go home, I wanted to take him home. This what they call "sliding, spinning the block." I thought niggas was out here really living this life, but I guess not. They don't even aim for the person they want and actually harm them. We live in a different world.
As the night carried on, I wanted on my dude to handle his business. I heard everybody rush out the door, ready for whatever was about to happen once they hit the lower level. The living room window was open, so I could hear everything. Even the cold night wind hitting the screen. "Them niggas pulled that hoe shit, and cut out bro. They not cut for this. On my life they should of made sure I died out there, I want blood." I can hear shattering in the distance. As I heard the front door open I jumped up. I was ready to go, shit I been ready to go. "Get me out of here, babe it's time to go." He grabbed my hand led me to the front door and told me to stay behind him. We walked down slowly, he was making sure he was taking all precautions. He didn't want them niggas waiting trying to hit again. This was some bullshit. I ain't the type to be caught up all in this street shit. I got shit to loose. And I know he ain't want me in the mix either. So from this point on this was it.
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Save Yourself, Queen Pin
Short StoryTragic love for these two, would you save yourself? would you be heartfelt? how would you cope, knowing you maybe could of changed the time, location, and ending?