"where is this nigga at?" i looked around for Roscoe
i was getting paranoid and he told me to meet him for this drop off. i got up getting ready to leave before his car lights shined over me
"nigga come on!" he whispered
as i got in the car my gut was telling me to back out
"man ion know"
"what you tryna back out or some"
"nah, nah but this not me"
i wasn't a robber i might've sold weed but i didn't need to steal from somebody else. call me pussy but its ion want no parts
"nigga i know you not rethinking listen this, this how you get big money" he pointed at the house
"ion rob people!" i mugged him
"but you sell weed how that work?"
"just drop me off at the park you can go that" i waved him off
"what so you can go snitch or some" he looked at me
"who imma tell without fucking myself over in the process think nigga damn!"
"whatever b you trippin" he let me out speeding off
i walked home sighing seeing the lights off
im fucked
trying to get in the house as quietly as i could the lamp flicked on
"where have you been?" my grandpa asked me
"i uh walked around the court" i made up a quick lie
"you was out doing some you ain't got no business doing" he pointed at me
"nah" i shook my head
"go take yo ass to sleep, sneaking in and out of my house like im dumb" he waved me off mumbling cuss words
i chuckled walking to my room letting out the breath i didn't even know i was holding in. looking under my bed i grabbed the old bag taking out the nike shoe box putting the .45mm in the box, putting the box back in the bag hiding it back in it's hiding spot
"what the fuck am i doing" i looked at myself through the mirror. i really had no reason to be selling i was living comfortably but the fast money had me wanting more constantly
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turning off my alarm i walked towards the bathroom turning the shower on. i rubbed my face grabbing my toothbrush i brushed my teeth flossing afterwards.
ian even feel like checking my phone i wasn't feeling it right now. stripping out of my clothes i got in the shower washing up. after the water got cold i got out wrapping my towel around my waist, my phone rang making me smack my lips
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Teen Fictionwith time comes healing 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 number 1 in urban 7/18/2020