for a commitment and wasn't willing to hurt Meesa anymore than he already had. He tried fucking with other women to get his mind off of her, but nothing worked. Meesa's face always appeared in his mind. At night he dreamt of her. Seeing her pretty face brought a smile to him each night. It was just like that Usher song, he had it bad. Recalling her crying made him feel torn up inside. He never meant to make her cry. It reminded him of his father and the way he treated his mother. He couldn't treat her that way again. So, he kept his distance. Black picked up the phone once or twice to give her a call, but would always chump out and hang up. Meesa deserved better and better for her he was not.
Rick and Tamara kicked back and conversated. Rick had completely forgotten about Daryl and his partnas, he was too into Tamara to remember. Black hadn't forgotten though. He stayed in the same spot the whole night. With a drink in one hand, Black surveyed his surroundings. His other hand lay underneath his shirt itching to pull the trigger.
Upstairs, Daryl had an infrared gloc pointed at Black's chest. He had other cats posted up around the room, waiting for the signal to strike. Destiny sat wondering what was about to go down. Scared out of her mind, and too afraid to ask, she sat and waited. Fearing for her friends, as well, she prayed they wouldn't get in the line of fire.
The next thing she knew bullets were flying. People started screaming and ducking for safety everywhere. Meesa and the girls ducked underneath the table for cover. With a shaky hand, Daryl missed and hit Tamara in the back, dropping her to the floor instantly. Black shot up as soon as he saw the red light on his chest and fired towards where the light began. Tamara had fallen on top of Rick, so he gently pushed her off of him and went up as well, shooting one of Daryl's workers in the leg. Black's other partnas fired too, killing one of Daryl's boys. All of a sudden, Rick felt a burning sensation coming from his chest, he was hit. With death staring him right in the face, Rick slumped down in the seat. Wreathing with pain, he tried to hold on but it was too late. As soon as it began it all ended. Daryl quickly grabbed Destiny and fled the scene. Tamara and Rick both lay dead. Black looked on in disbelief. Rick's eyes were still open, so he gently closed them. Praying that Meesa hadn't been hurt.
“Damn, Tamara too.” He said to himself.
“Damn cuz, Rick dead.” Kat spoke defeated. Feeling like his whole world was falling apart, Black asked God to take care of his friend. Standing up Meesa, Gwen, and Nikki hugged each other, happy they made it through alive. But, quickly remembering someone was missing, they called out for Tamara. After no answer, they ran down the steps to the lower level, hoping theywould find her safe and alive. Bumping into people scurrying to get out, they had to step over dead bodies of innocent bystanders. Holding on to each other, they feared the worse, they still couldn't find Tamara. But they did see Black approaching.
“Hold up ya'll, don't go over there.” He said sincerely.
“Why not?” Asked Gwen, still shaking.
“I'm sorry but.”
“But what?” Meesa demanded to know.
“Tamara got hit and she's dead.” Pushing past him, Meesa saw Tamara lying in a pool of blood.
“No!” She screamed. Grabbing her, trying his best to console her, Black shed a tear. Gwen and Nikki stood holding each other crying hysterically. Picking up Tamara's hand and holding it, Meesa asked God to take care of her, hoping and praying that she would one day see her friend again. Blood was all over Meesa's dress and hands, but she didn't care, she was in a different place. Rick lay in the chair next to Tamara. More tears came in puddles to Meesa's eyes.
Whispering in her ear, “I got to go, the po po will be here soon.” Black kissed her cheek and disappeared through the crowd.
Meesa, Gwen, and Nikki stayed and gave their statement to the
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