It started with a shootout...
After Penelope hears gunshots in her rough neighborhood in Memphis during a shootout, she gets a knock at her door.
"I slowly unlocked the door, still contemplating if I should open it or not. Eventually I opened it. S...
After going with Bryson to pick up his car from the shop, we head over to the trap and as we walked in the guys that I met from the other day Marquis, Devonte, and Izzy were all sitting on the couch talking and smoking.
Marquis
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Devonte
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Izzy
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"Hey y'all." I said, walking into the trap with Bryson by my side.
They said hey back and Bryson and I took a seat on the couch.
"Need a hit?" Devonte asked, passing me his blunt.
I nodded and took it from him, taking a few pulls and then passing it to Bryson. I usually hate passing a blunt back and forth, I rather just smoke my own weed with a blunt that I rolled myself but today I didn't care because I'm tryna catch a vibe because school has been kicking my ass lately.
"Y'all been workin' all day?" Marquis asked.
"Yeah, what's new." Bryson responded, passing the blunt back to Devonte.
"If school counts as work then yeah. I literally just got out." I rolled my eyes at the thought of the long ass day that I just had from school.
Brysons phone started ringing, causing him to stand up from the couch and place a peck on my forehead. "Lemme take this." He said, answering his phone and then heading down to the quiet basement so he can be alone to talk to his grandmother or her nurse on the phone I'm assuming.
I sat on my phone and just scrolled through Instagram waiting for Bryson to come back while the three other dudes were choppin it up.
"School kicking' yo ass?" Izzy asked, looking over at me as he blew smoke out his mouth from his blunt.
"Sure is." I sighed.
"You ever popped a perc?" Devonte asked. Cutting me and Izzy short.
I looked over at his slouched body as he rested lazily on the couch as he rolls him up another blunt. I shook my head no, and I definitely wasn't planning to.
"You wanna try?" He asked, picking up the pill bottle and shaking it to offer me one.
"Nah. I'm good." I said confidently.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm OK, but thanks for askin"
"just try it, it's good... it's gon have you lit, and take yo mind off of school."
"She gon get you smacked" Marquis said, chiming in.
"Nigga by who?" Devonte looked over at him and squinted.
"Bryson."
Soon as he said that, Bryson walked in the room and grabbed my hand, and leading me to the front door.
"What's wrong?" I asked him as he tugged onto my arm frantically. looking into his dark, sad eyes that had no emotion in them.
"It's my grandma." He lowly sighed. "She gone."
My heart shattered.
Without me even responding back to what he said, he made his way out the door and out to the car.
I noticed the bottle of Percocet pills sitting on the table beside the couch next to Izzy. I swiftly grabbed the bottle without him noticing and making my way out the door.
