You May Be Young But You're Ready

16

"Damn, only 3:13...?" I mumbled as I woke out of my sleep. I've been in and out of my slumber all through the night. I just couldn't sleep, I felt so uncomfortable. Even with my baby girl, Chanelle laying down beside me. She usually eased all my troubles and helped me sleep at night. But tonight I wasn't feeling it, something was heavy on my heart and it had to be taken care of.

I kissed my baby on the cheek, looking at her face and all the damage I have done. I still couldn't believe I allowed myself to get angry enough to put my hands on her like she was some nigga in the streets. Part of me regretted it, but another part of me felt like she deserved it. "I love you baby girl." I whispered in her ear as I rolled out of bed.

I reached into my underwear drawer, rambling through my boxers until I found my little bag of snow. I chopped  it up with my credit card and laid out 3 lines, quickly snorting them up. I loved how the powder made my body feel, every since my first time using it, when I was 16. I loved it.

I ran into my clothes, going into the shoe box where I kept my peice at and loaded it up. I couldn't feel anything, but in my mind, I already knew what time it was. I creeped back into the room, unplugging Chanelle's cell from the charger and made my way outside to my all black truck with tinted windows.

I sat in the car, thinking, thinking hard. Like, how was I gonna do it? Or, where was I going to aim in order to end little dudes whole life?

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. But nah, I'm sure it is. This little nigga was going to know that he shouldn't have went anywhere near my property. He had to learn a lesson, for his next life time of course.

I sat in front of his crib, parked on the other side. I'm no dummy, and this wasn't going to be my first time busting a cap in a niggas ass. I pulled Chanelle's phone out of my pocket and shot him a text message. "Hey Ronny! Come outside. I have a surprise for you." I reread the message aloud.

And about 3 minutes later, there this corny nigga was. All smiling and cheesing as he ran out the house, it was 3:42, and everybody knew what those middle of the night text meant.

Little nigga thought he was about to get some pussy, nah. I was here to end his shit. I hope he hugged his momma real tight tonight, cause that was his goodbye.

He smile as he open my car door, sliding inside. "Wassup ba-". Before he could get his final words out...

Two in his chest, one in his stomach, and another one in his neck. I was aiming for that little pretty face of his, but my arm cramped up. Lucky ass motherfucka'.

His body dropped and he rolled out of my car. I reached over, looking at him laid out in the street and laughed. "Punk ass nigga!" I laughed more and pulled off.