Aaliyah
A Week Later
Today I really don't feel like being bothered, I just wanna go to sleep but I promised mom I wouldn't skip school again.
Toosii and the gang dropped out a few days ago.
After our argument, we stopped talking. He been doing his thing and I been doing my thing, just not together.
I overreacted but hey, I just feel like I should have known before that damn interview.
I told this nigga my deepest secrets.
Shit and y'all the outside looking in on my life, shit I'll tell y'all when the time is right tho.
Fuck it, I'll tell y'all now.
I had, yes had cuz he dead now. I had a oldest brother on my daddy side, he became a kingpin in Brooklyn, New York while my dad was Kingpin in Charlotte and Raleigh.
Dad told us he was our step brother but of course ian believe that shit.
They bumped heads, had beef. My dad died in his house, I was at suppose to be at nadia house but I walked back home.
Flashback
I walked into the house and walked in the living room.
"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" I heard my brother yell and I jumped.
I walked towards my dad office and stood outside the door and peeked.
I grabbed my OJ gloves and walked to my father safe in the wall behind our family portrait. I put the combination in and grabbed his gun and closed it back the way it was.
I walked back to the door.
I saw my step brother pointing his gun at my father.
"I didn't do shit to you! Yo mother kept u away from me!" My dad yelled.
"You didn't try to come find me! U left me with her, while you created a new fucking family and lived yo happily ever after life. We struggled, u knew it too!"
"I BROUGHT U AROUND EVERY CHANCE I COULD"
"Fuck you bitch, u told them that I was they step brother. I must don't matter as much as they do? Ion see me nowhere in ya family pictures, this should be me and my mother not u and them fucking kids and that bitch! I couldn't have you so now they can't have you either. You pussy, like you say it's just business"
My dad made eye contact with me as my brother let off shots into his chest and I gasped and tears fell down my face.
My brother turned around and seen me and pointed the gun at me but I took the gun off safety and shot him in the head.
My dad taught me the basic street survival skills.
I put the gun in my fathers hands so his fingerprints could be on it.
My father wasn't the best father, shit i didnt like his ass noways. Dad was very abusive towards my mom, why the fuck would I save him?
I wanted to kill him worst than anybody else, somebody beat me to it.
He was spitting out blood and I looked at him.
"A- a- aaliyah" my dad said my name and I looked at him.
"You deserved what you got" I told him as I looked into his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek. "Die slowly bitch".
