His Truth Your Nightmare by Mesha Mesh

best for me and she has one
everything in her power to make sure I wanted for nothing. I was
staring at her in her eyes but sulking in my own self-pity when
suddenly my mom ran over and hit Mr. Frank in the back of the head
with the gun. He dropped me and reached for his head. I crawled
away quickly as I could to the furthest corner. I watched my mom in
horror as she beat him in his head repeatedly with the gun while
talking.
    “You low down dirty mother fucker!” whap.
“You have the nerve to be fucking my daughter.” Slap. “I gave you
thirteen years, I’ve put up with all your bullshit, whap, whap and
this is how you repay me?” whap, whap, again as tears flooded her
face. “Not only do you fuck my daughter but you beat her. You are
dying tonight!” she yelled before she pulled the trigger.
    My mom used every bullet in her thirty-eight
special. One to his head, one to his neck, one to his heart, one to
his dick and one to each leg. I sat in the corner screaming and
rocking back and forth in total shock. My mom ran over to me and
hugged me while crying with me. She repeatedly told me she was
sorry over and over again. I couldn’t understand why she would be
telling me she was sorry when I was the one who had done this.
    Now as I sit and think about all that
happened I can’t even be mad at my best friend. If she ends up
needing me to hold her again then that is exactly what I will do. I
will be there for her and I will kill him. No man will break my
bestie’s heart and live to see another day.

Chapter 7
Legend
    We rode around the city for a while on a
party bus that we rented for a few hours and some strippers to
entertain us. The bus was all black and seated thirty people
easily. When you stepped on the bus there were red strobe lights
throughout. There was a mini bar behind the driver that was fully
equipped with Remy Martin, Hennessy, Cîroc, Grey Goose, Chivas
Regal Royal Salute, Ace of Spade and Patron so that we could get
toasted.
    The strippers were in the middle of the bus
working the two poles. To the rear of the bus was a flat screen TV
that was playing the videos to the songs that were playing.
Everyone had on white except the birthday boy. Roe had on all black
to separate him from the pack. It was his day so I wanted all the
attention to be on him. We rode around the city up until it was
time to hit the club.
    The GMB pulled up to the Diamond Club at
about ten forty-five so that we could get seated and continue our
bottle popping spree for Roe’s twenty-first birthday. It was hard
trying to keep all this from him but we managed to do it. Even
though the bus seated all those people, the only people that were
on there were my closet boys, my family. The first one off the bus
was Akin and he is the head of the diamond ring that we run. He was
followed by my best friend Jude who is the cocaine connect. After
him came Zied and he runs the gun operation. Fabe was the next one
to step off and he oversees the heroin. Santiago followed after
Fabe and he runs the girls. Infamous came next and he is head of
security, he runs the enforcement. I stepped down after Infamous
and you all know I’m the boss, the brains, the connection between
it all. Last but not least was Roe. Roe is who we get the high
grade weed from and also my protégé, I hope to one day be able to
step down and hand it all to him.
    We walked right up to the bouncer and he
cleared the rope without a word. I reached in my pocket and handed
him five hundred dollars. He cuffed the money in his hand, patted
my back and nodded his head in appreciation. Soon as we walked in
the club the music stopped playing and the DJ spoke over the
mic.
    “We got them GMB boys in the house tonight!
Everybody give a big shout out to Roe for his twenty-first
birthday. If you don’t have a drink in your hand, then get you one.
Grab a bottle, pop the top and let’s get this party started.”
    The crowd screamed happy birthday and went
wild. Roe just stood in that