Shootout

(01) The Shootout

I'm Penelope. And this is the story about how my life came tumbling down, and never risen up...

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Hearing gunshots around here is nothing new to me.

But tonight was different. They usually stop after hearing them a couple times, but tonight they kept going off for about ten minutes straight.

Hopping out of bed, I turn out all of the lights in my apartment and Skedaddle back to my bed, hearing multiple gunshots going off round after round.

    "Open up!" I suddenly hear a deep voice yell from the outside of my front door, and banging nonstop.

My body starts shaking Profusely.

     "I'm not gon' hurt you, just open up!" The voice yelled again.

I tuck myself deeper into the covers of my bed. My body could not stop shaking and my heart was beating out my chest.

     "I know you in there! Open up! I ain' finna hurt you!"

I never heard that voice in my life. I stayed quite and lowered myself deeper in the bed as if the blankets were my shield from all danger.

The sound of gun shots went off a few times as I heard continuous banging on my door.

     "You want me to die?! Open this door! I know you in there!" The voice yelled angrily. "I ain' finna hurt you!"

The sound of his tone and deep voice was intimidating, which made me even more scared. But I also don't wanna see anyone get kilt. If I see a dead body in front of my door step, I'll blame myself and feel guilty for the rest of my life for not helping.

I got out of bed, throwing the covers off of me and tip toe to the front door.

     "Who are you?" I asked in a whisper with my voice shaking from fear as I stood by the peephole.

"Bryson." The deep voice spoke.

"Bryson? Who the fuck is Bryson?"

I slowly unlocked the door, still contemplating if I should open it or not. Eventually I opened it. Standing in front of me was a tall, dark skinned man with a tattoo below his left eye. "Hi." I said lowly.

He did a small smile with his lips closed and walked right inside without me inviting him in, and he immediately locked the door.

"Fuck." He mumbled to himself but I overheard him. He shook his head like something was wrong.

"So... umm... what- whats going on?" I asked in awkwardness.

He sized me up and down before speaking. "Nuffin." He mumbled.

"Nothing?" I asked smartly. "Soooo knocking on a strangers door while there's gunshots outside means that nothings wrong?" I asked smartly again. "Do you have anything to do with those gun shots?"

"Whatchu is? The police?"

"I just wanna know what's going on. If I'm saving your ass then I at least wanna know how the fuck you got in this predicament."

"I just needed to get away from those gun shots." He shrugged nonchalantly. "You gotta bathroom?"

"What crib doesn't have a bathroom?"

He sucked his teeth. "You gotta smart ass mouth."

"Down the hall to your left." I motioned my head.

He nodded his head and walked to the directions I gave him to the bathroom.

Published 6/9
674 words