Secrets Revealed

Chapter 11

Trill's P.O.V

My brother, my best friend, my family, my blood.. Gone. I just can't fathom that fact that he's gone. I was just with this niggas last night at the club, when he did his normal routine of finding a random bitch and then taking her home to fuck.

How could he have been found dead in his car outside of a restaurant? Shot, dead right in between his eyes. I can't get the sight of him sitting there with holes in his head out of my mind. I got so much anger built up inside me that I don't know what to do. It's been two days and I haven't ate, slept or nothing since.

I haven't even left the house. I can't help but too think this is my fault. I tried so desperately to get him out of the game, but he wouldn't listen. I just can't help but too think what if? What if I had of tried harder?

Who would want him dead though? Shit, the better question would be who wouldn't want him dead? Trip had so many enemies that its hard too count. Trip had everything from crazy ex girlfriends, to crazy niggas who heating with him because he fucked they bitches, he had drug dealing enemies, old friends that became enemies and probably many more.

I sat on the couch and put my head in my hands, and for the first time since I was a little kid I cried. I cried like a lil ass boy. I cried for various reasons. I cried for my brother, I cried for myself, but mainly I cried because I felt alone. Trip was nearly all I had. He was my only sibling. My pops died when I was 10, and my mamaa has Alzheimer's and doesn't even remember my name.

Now my brother was gone, and if I was to go to the nursing home to see my mother and tell her the news, it would drive me insane when she says she doesn't even know who Trip is. I didn't have a girfriend or no shit like that. That's where me and my brother were alike, we fucked em them ducked em.

I had no one to turn too. No one too call. The only numbers I had in my phone were Trip, my mothers nursing home number, business partners, and random bitches I called when I needed a good fuck. Then I thought about Maria. I had only known shorty for about 4 days, but she was the next closet thing to me besides my brother.

Maria has been texting me checking on me ever since I left her in that restaurant that day. And now that I'm thinking bout it, I have been being kinda disrespectful too her lately. She's been trying to make sure I'm good, and I basically been telling her to leave me the fuck alone. I needed someone right now and even though I hadn't even known her a week, she was all I had at the moment.

Trill: Shorty.. I need you.

Maria: where are you?

Trill: I'm at the crib. Swing through.

Maria: be there in a sec.

I sat on the couch in complete silence sipping my drink. I hadn't been eating or anything all I been doing is drinking. I never felt so alone. I always had my brother by my side. Now he was gone and I was a one man army. I was drunk wen Maria finally arrived. I made sure my eyes were straight and then let her in.

"Hola Trill." She greeted me.

"What's up Shorty?"

"You tell me." She replied as she lifted the two empty bottles of Ciroc that were on the table.

She sat down on the couch beside me and I laid my head Onto her lap. I was drunk, alone, and was feeling some type of way. Those three things don't mix with a nigga like me. Once she started running her fingers along my face and making me feel comfortable, I just started talking.

I basically sat there and told her my whole like story, I told her bout my pops, how my moms got sick and how it was just me and my brother. I used us by our government names, Montrill and Triston.