her arm.
“ I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re talking about. You came all the way out here for nothing. I don’t have your shit!” Rain spat.
“ I’m not stupid! Where the fuck is it or where is the fuck nigga that helped you, crackhead bitch?”
Rain yanked away from me and went tumbling to the ground. I reached down at her and was about to pull her up from the ground, but changed my mind.
Fuck it! I thought and raised the pistol toward her head. All of this shit that I was going through for that money wasn’t worth all of this. Hustlin and getting money was in my genes, that shit ran deep in my blood, and the same way I started from the bottom, I would just have to do it again.
“ Okay, wait. Wait Imran!”
Rain held her head up in an attempt to stop me, but I fired the trigger anyway. This time I shot her in the thigh of the same leg I shot her in earlier.
“Aagghhhhhhhh!” she screamed.
“ You think I give a fuck about you right now! I hate fuckin’ liars and thieves, you grimy ass bitch!”
I raised the pistol again.
“Imran—wait!” she cried.
Tears poured down her face and she held onto her leg, attempting to stop the blood that shot out of it. She pressed down hard on her thigh only making more and more blood squirt out.
“ Imran, wait what?” I said to her ready to pull the trigger to end her life this time.
“ Wait! Okay! I didn’t take your money, but I know who did. It’s the dude I told you about. I thought that you wasn’t gonna make it out of that accident alive, so I gave him your shit so that he would get off of my back. He had me scared, Imran! I didn’t know what else to do. He killed my boyfriend, Yurie; he threatened to hurt Jina, and my aunt. I’m sorry.”
“ Fuck your apology. Who is this nigga and where can I find him at?” I asked tucking the pistol in my pants.
“ His name is Chino. He doesn’t live that far from here. I can take you to his house. Just please get me some help first. Please.”
“ Alright,” I said and reached down to pick Rain up.
I got to steal a car. Fuck!
14: Jahzara
I was sitting in my hospital bed eating on a bowl of grapes that my dad had brought me from home and watching the Houston Rockets and LA Clippers basketball game. This was something that I hadn’t done in a long time. Back in the day, my daddy and I used to talk all kinds of mess over these games. That was back when I was younger before I thought I was grown and left with Quin’s ass.
“Yea, you might as well give it up. Houston is gone!” my daddy said and began to clap his hands loudly. He glanced at the TV once more and then began to go over his Bible and take notes for his sermon on Sunday morning. My mama was sitting in the corner of the room asleep with a book across her chest and a blanket that she’d knitted covering half of her body.
“Whatev--Daddy, I don’t feel right,” I said gripping my head over my heart.
My daddy placed his bible and notepad on the chair next to him and leapt to my side. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, trying to detect what was wrong with me. All I knew was that my chest was throbbing with a sharp pain. It felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked and grabbed my cup that contained ice cold water.
I reached out for the cup when the pain struck me so hard that I could no longer move. My vision became blurry. All of a sudden, my head started to pound. I tried to move my arm to reach out for my father again, but it was numb.
“I don’t know what’s going on. It hurts.”
“Evelyn!” my daddy yelled out. He grabbed the remote next to my bed and began to frantically press down on the nurse call button. “Evelyn!”
“Yes, can we help you!” the nurse called out.
“Something is wrong! Get a doctor in here now!” my daddy yelled out and my mother finally came to.
She jumped out of her seat and rushed over to the bed, looking around to see what was going
“ I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re talking about. You came all the way out here for nothing. I don’t have your shit!” Rain spat.
“ I’m not stupid! Where the fuck is it or where is the fuck nigga that helped you, crackhead bitch?”
Rain yanked away from me and went tumbling to the ground. I reached down at her and was about to pull her up from the ground, but changed my mind.
Fuck it! I thought and raised the pistol toward her head. All of this shit that I was going through for that money wasn’t worth all of this. Hustlin and getting money was in my genes, that shit ran deep in my blood, and the same way I started from the bottom, I would just have to do it again.
“ Okay, wait. Wait Imran!”
Rain held her head up in an attempt to stop me, but I fired the trigger anyway. This time I shot her in the thigh of the same leg I shot her in earlier.
“Aagghhhhhhhh!” she screamed.
“ You think I give a fuck about you right now! I hate fuckin’ liars and thieves, you grimy ass bitch!”
I raised the pistol again.
“Imran—wait!” she cried.
Tears poured down her face and she held onto her leg, attempting to stop the blood that shot out of it. She pressed down hard on her thigh only making more and more blood squirt out.
“ Imran, wait what?” I said to her ready to pull the trigger to end her life this time.
“ Wait! Okay! I didn’t take your money, but I know who did. It’s the dude I told you about. I thought that you wasn’t gonna make it out of that accident alive, so I gave him your shit so that he would get off of my back. He had me scared, Imran! I didn’t know what else to do. He killed my boyfriend, Yurie; he threatened to hurt Jina, and my aunt. I’m sorry.”
“ Fuck your apology. Who is this nigga and where can I find him at?” I asked tucking the pistol in my pants.
“ His name is Chino. He doesn’t live that far from here. I can take you to his house. Just please get me some help first. Please.”
“ Alright,” I said and reached down to pick Rain up.
I got to steal a car. Fuck!
14: Jahzara
I was sitting in my hospital bed eating on a bowl of grapes that my dad had brought me from home and watching the Houston Rockets and LA Clippers basketball game. This was something that I hadn’t done in a long time. Back in the day, my daddy and I used to talk all kinds of mess over these games. That was back when I was younger before I thought I was grown and left with Quin’s ass.
“Yea, you might as well give it up. Houston is gone!” my daddy said and began to clap his hands loudly. He glanced at the TV once more and then began to go over his Bible and take notes for his sermon on Sunday morning. My mama was sitting in the corner of the room asleep with a book across her chest and a blanket that she’d knitted covering half of her body.
“Whatev--Daddy, I don’t feel right,” I said gripping my head over my heart.
My daddy placed his bible and notepad on the chair next to him and leapt to my side. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, trying to detect what was wrong with me. All I knew was that my chest was throbbing with a sharp pain. It felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked and grabbed my cup that contained ice cold water.
I reached out for the cup when the pain struck me so hard that I could no longer move. My vision became blurry. All of a sudden, my head started to pound. I tried to move my arm to reach out for my father again, but it was numb.
“I don’t know what’s going on. It hurts.”
“Evelyn!” my daddy yelled out. He grabbed the remote next to my bed and began to frantically press down on the nurse call button. “Evelyn!”
“Yes, can we help you!” the nurse called out.
“Something is wrong! Get a doctor in here now!” my daddy yelled out and my mother finally came to.
She jumped out of her seat and rushed over to the bed, looking around to see what was going
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