forever. I saw what this sneaky lil bitch was doin’ and I wasn’t about to fall for that shit.
“Cynthia, if this is your way of apologizin’ for naggin’, keep it. Yo ass still gone bother me about wifin’ you up? Don’t think you bein’ slick and shit. You real life pissed me the fuck off right now, B.”
She was silent for a moment and then the real Cynthia came to play.
“Well damn, nigga! I was out here tryna right my wrongs but you wanna get all hyphy and shit and make me look like a bitch. Listen to me, you ain’t shit for doin’ me like this. Why can’t you see that I just wanna be somethin’ more than—”
Click
Nah, I wasn’t about to do this shit with her. Damn! Why can’t females see that I ain’t wanna commit right now. Maybe when I’m ready, I’ll go on and do that shit but for now I’m bout my business and I just wanna get this shit taken care of. Ooh, that bitch had me all wound up! She kept blowin’ up my phone with text messages and phone calls. This bitch left me hella voicemails tellin’ me how sorry she was and how she just wanna be married. Does she not realize that sayin’ sorry and then tellin’ me how she want me to wife her up defeats the damn purpose? I’m gettin' so tired of her.
While I was flustered, I failed to realize that these niggas were long gone and peeled the fuck out of there. I turned on my car and crept in front of the house. I noticed that there was a blacked-out Tahoe sittin’ in the driveway. That was his car, which meant that nigga was there. Perfect. I crept down the street and parked my car a good distance from the house before I hopped out to make my pursuit. I had my nine in my right hand as I made my way up to the front of the house. I listened in to hear if there were any other people inside, but it sounded like there wasn’t. I was feelin’ bold as I made my way into the house through the front door. It was already partially opened so I just quietly let myself into the house. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, but I heard footsteps in the kitchen so I made my way in that direction. There he was. He was fumblin’ with some bottles of Ciroc.
“Nigga, you James?” I said as I drew my nine and pointed it in his direction.
He looked over at me and chuckled.
“And who the fuck are you comin’ in my house like you own this shit? Yeah, I’m James,” he said as he leaned up against the counter now fumblin’ with something else that I couldn’t see.
“That’s all I needed to know,” were my last words before I popped off at him.
James had a gun managed to let off a couple rounds in my direction. He hit me in my left shoulder but I didn’t feel it until after I was done tryna murk the nigga. The adrenaline from goin’ face to face with this nigga took over my body and I didn’t feel a thing.
After firing off at him, I was able to kill the nigga. It was then that my shoulder started to fuckin’ burn. I grabbed a dish towel from the counter and used it to cover my wound and to stop the bleeding. I didn’t know the extent of the injury, but I did know that I needed to get the fuck out of this house and away from here before some of his niggas came over.
I looked over at him and made sure he was dead before I ran out the door and down to my car. I hopped in and peeled the fuck out of there. I checked my surroundings to make sure no one was followin’ me. I was paranoid as fuck as I drove home and couldn’t calm myself down until I actually got home and was inside of my house. Even then, it took me a minute to calm te fuck down. My phone rang in my pocket and it scared the shit out of me. I thought it was Cynthia callin’ to harass me and shit but it was Donte so I picked it up.
“Tyrek, are you good?”
“I’m good. I’m good. He dead though,” I said as I breathed heavily and struggled to catch my breath.
“Fuck, this shit fuckin’ hurts!” I
“Cynthia, if this is your way of apologizin’ for naggin’, keep it. Yo ass still gone bother me about wifin’ you up? Don’t think you bein’ slick and shit. You real life pissed me the fuck off right now, B.”
She was silent for a moment and then the real Cynthia came to play.
“Well damn, nigga! I was out here tryna right my wrongs but you wanna get all hyphy and shit and make me look like a bitch. Listen to me, you ain’t shit for doin’ me like this. Why can’t you see that I just wanna be somethin’ more than—”
Click
Nah, I wasn’t about to do this shit with her. Damn! Why can’t females see that I ain’t wanna commit right now. Maybe when I’m ready, I’ll go on and do that shit but for now I’m bout my business and I just wanna get this shit taken care of. Ooh, that bitch had me all wound up! She kept blowin’ up my phone with text messages and phone calls. This bitch left me hella voicemails tellin’ me how sorry she was and how she just wanna be married. Does she not realize that sayin’ sorry and then tellin’ me how she want me to wife her up defeats the damn purpose? I’m gettin' so tired of her.
While I was flustered, I failed to realize that these niggas were long gone and peeled the fuck out of there. I turned on my car and crept in front of the house. I noticed that there was a blacked-out Tahoe sittin’ in the driveway. That was his car, which meant that nigga was there. Perfect. I crept down the street and parked my car a good distance from the house before I hopped out to make my pursuit. I had my nine in my right hand as I made my way up to the front of the house. I listened in to hear if there were any other people inside, but it sounded like there wasn’t. I was feelin’ bold as I made my way into the house through the front door. It was already partially opened so I just quietly let myself into the house. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, but I heard footsteps in the kitchen so I made my way in that direction. There he was. He was fumblin’ with some bottles of Ciroc.
“Nigga, you James?” I said as I drew my nine and pointed it in his direction.
He looked over at me and chuckled.
“And who the fuck are you comin’ in my house like you own this shit? Yeah, I’m James,” he said as he leaned up against the counter now fumblin’ with something else that I couldn’t see.
“That’s all I needed to know,” were my last words before I popped off at him.
James had a gun managed to let off a couple rounds in my direction. He hit me in my left shoulder but I didn’t feel it until after I was done tryna murk the nigga. The adrenaline from goin’ face to face with this nigga took over my body and I didn’t feel a thing.
After firing off at him, I was able to kill the nigga. It was then that my shoulder started to fuckin’ burn. I grabbed a dish towel from the counter and used it to cover my wound and to stop the bleeding. I didn’t know the extent of the injury, but I did know that I needed to get the fuck out of this house and away from here before some of his niggas came over.
I looked over at him and made sure he was dead before I ran out the door and down to my car. I hopped in and peeled the fuck out of there. I checked my surroundings to make sure no one was followin’ me. I was paranoid as fuck as I drove home and couldn’t calm myself down until I actually got home and was inside of my house. Even then, it took me a minute to calm te fuck down. My phone rang in my pocket and it scared the shit out of me. I thought it was Cynthia callin’ to harass me and shit but it was Donte so I picked it up.
“Tyrek, are you good?”
“I’m good. I’m good. He dead though,” I said as I breathed heavily and struggled to catch my breath.
“Fuck, this shit fuckin’ hurts!” I
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