Shootout

(20) The junky

"90 dollars."

"90?" The lady who Bryson is selling to pouted, crossing her arms like a child. "That's too much." She huffed.

"Well then I guess you 'ont want this shit then." He said, putting the three pill bottles that she wanted back in his duffel bag full of drugs and getting ready to start the car back off.

"Okay okay okay I'll buy it." She banged on the window as Bryson pulled off the car.

Bryson stopped and grabbed the three pill bottles back out.

"Like I said, it's 90 dollars."

The lady begins to dig in her purse to look for her money, but it seemed as none were in there. So she began to look in all four of her pockets, but once again there was no money inside.

Without hesitation she snatched one of the pill bottles out of Brysons hand and began to run.

"You junky ass bitch!" I yelled, opening the car door to chase after her.

Bryson stayed in the car and tried to run her over but I stood in front of the car so he wouldn't make that stupid ass decision.

"Bryson stop!" I yelled, standing infront of the car so he wouldn't hit her with it.

"Nah fuck that bitch!" He yelled out the car window. "Move so I can run this hoe over!"

I ignore him and start back chasing the lady again. She was the definition of a junky ass bitch. Her clothes were raggedy, hair fucked up, and she was young as hell but lookin' like she's 45 because she's so cracked out.

As I finally catch up to her, I grab her by her hair and drag her to the ground.

As I get her on the ground she starts kicking me, getting me even more pissed off so I get a couple of punches to her face until Bryson got out the car and pulled me off of her.

"Get the fuck up." Bryson said sternly to the lady as she still on the ground.

Before she gets up from the ground, I snatch the pill bottle out of her hand. "You really tried it bitch." I said, beginning to walk away as I chucked up the middle finger.

As I'm walking away, I hear a loud gunshot coming from behind me.

I really hope this nigga did not just shoot this bitch.

I slowly turned around and saw the lady groaning on the ground, moaning in pain.

     "Bryson why the fuck would you shoot her?!" I ran back over to him.

      "Because this bitch got me fucked up, takin' my shit and she tried ta fight my bitch! You know ion play that shit!"

     "You didn't have to shoot her though! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

      "Shut up." He shook his head. "Go get in the car so we can leave."

     "Nigga we can't just leave her here."

      "She'll be ight." He said carelessly, disregarding what I just said and leaving the girl alone on the ground.

I give in and follow him to the car and slam the door shut behind me.

     "You really needa stop thinking off of impulse." I lecture him. "You always act out of anger and never think logically!"

He ignored me and kept driving.

We both gave eachother the silent treatment until Bryson dropped me off at work.

     "I love you." He said as I opened the door to leave out.