I swear man I gotta get out of my momma house. She sitting here all up in my ear about what the fuck I should be doing. I'm 28 and I'm gonna fucking live doing what I'm doing. She should be happy I'm not on drugs or some shit. I gotta get out of this fucking house. I leave the house and start walking to the 711 down the street. I walked in and it was getting robbed by a two dudes. I ducked down behind the racks and hid from the shooters.
"Give me all the fucking money." Yelled the robber on the left.
"I can't get to the safe from here" The poor man yelled back.
The dude on the left shot the guy at the counter then hopped up on the counter and went in the register. I ain't never seen nobody get shot before like that. So careless and violent. I sneezed and then they both turned around. The one on the right turned his gun in my direction and started walking towards me. He pointed the gun at me and told me to get up and come with them. They ran and took me to the back alley where they had a car waiting.
"Come on ya'll, I don't want to be apart of this." I pleaded.
"I don't think you have a gun in your hand so I guess you don't have a choice." One of them said pouting their gun in my face.
We got in the car and I drove, they pointed me in the direction that lead to a house by itself in South Bronx. One of them got out with the money.
"Get rid of him!" He said going to the house.
"Drive." The robber left in the car said to me.
He took off his mask and it was a woman. I kept staring at her beauty. Light skinned, blondish brown hair, and light-browned eyes. I've never seen nothing like her.
"Keep your eyes on the damn road!"She yelled.
"Just admiring what's beautiful."
"Well I know what the fuck I am, keep your eyes on the road."...
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