~Trevor~

The music was loud and the party was just what I needed to be numb from the pain. My girl and I had just broken up and I needed some type of medicine to numb the pain. My cousin was always going places and he knew I was in pain, so he called me one day.

Mark: Aye man!

Trevor: Sup Prob?

Mark: Wassup?

Trevor: Nothing. Just layin' here in my bed.

Mark: Well get ya ass up, man! You know what time it is?

I looked over at my clock.

Trevor: It's about nine..

Mark: And it's about that time! Party time man! Get up and get dressed cause we goin' out!

I sighed and thought, It's better than stayin' here with regrets..

Trevor: Alright, man. See you in a few.

I breathed as I sat up in bed.

Mark: Iight!

I hung up and threw on a jean jacket with grey jogging pants and my brown Tims. Then I went downstairs.

Mom: Where you think you going at this time of night?

Trevor: Mark just called me and he wants to hang out.

She nodded.

Mom: Go. Be glad that it's the summer.

She waved her hand at me and I just gave her a hopeless smile but she didn't see it. Once outside, I walked to Mark's place and he gave me some dap. Dap is basically fist bumping.. We got in his car and he drove to the party. The place was live and I couldn't lie, for a moment, it seemed as if everything was cool. We went inside and after a few minutes, I let go of myself and Mark went off somewhere to talk to a girl that he saw. I was dancing with a cup in my hand when all of a sudden, the door busted down and gunshots began to fire. All I heard was screaming and my legs wouldn't move fast enough.

Trevor: Mark! Mark!

I screamed. I was being pushed out the way and fell onto the floor. Feet hit my body and my hands suffered a great deal. Pretty soon, I was being kicked in the stomach and then Mark came out of nowhere.

Mark: Get the fuck off my cousin, bruh!

The guys turned around and one guy approached Mark boldly.

Guy: The fuck you say, nigga?

Mark: I said you need to back the fuck up off my cousin.

Then before I knew it, the guy pulled out a gun and shot Mark in the stomach.

Trevor: MARK!

I screamed. The police sirens went off outside and the guys ran. I went over to Mark's body and held his. I hit his face each time I saw his eyelids close.

Trevor: Come on man! Stay awake! Stay awake!

I started crying once the blood began spilling onto my clothes. Then his hand went over mine.

Mark: Trev.. Trevor..

He started choking a little and I took my jacket off. Then I used the sleeve of my jacket to soak up the blood out his mouth.

Mark: Use your voice.. Make your mark and don't..

The blood started coming faster and his face was getting pale.

Mark: Don't..

Trevor: Mark! Mark! No Mark No!

I cried once the blood started sliding down his cheek. I slapped his face and screamed but nothing worked. The police came inside the house and saw some other bodies around the room but I was the only living body in the house. The paramedics came in and took his pulse. Mark was gone and I knew it.

Paramedic: Get him on a stretcher. I need a body bag.

I went crazy and went back over to him.

Trevor: No! He's still here! He's not dead, I swear! Mark! MARK! Wake Up! Please, man!

The police tried to tear my away from his body but I couldn't let go of him. I was deluded.

Trevor: I just saw you..

I whispered to him as I cried. They came with the body bag and by then, I was just as cold as he was. I walked outside and the police tried to talk to me but I wasn't try'na hear that noise.

Police: Sir, if we could just ask you a few questions..

I ignored him and kept walking until he grabbed me by my arm.

Police: Sir, please-.

Trevor: You know you need to fuck off man! Just Fuck Off!

I lifted my hands and continued to walk away but he just wouldn't quit.

Police: We have to keep you and ask some questions-.

Trevor: I said Fuck the Fuck OFF! What part of that don't you get?

I screamed and then some other officers came and grabbed me. I was yelling at them.

Trevor: Let me go! Get your hands off of me! I said fuck off!

They put me in their car and I said what they wanted to hear.

Trevor: You know what type of fucking statement I got? Here it is! I just watched my cousin get shot by a guy who was kicking my ass! My cousin died because of me! Not because of some fucking fool! He took that bullet for me because I was in there looking for him! So there's your fucking evidence. There's your fucking statement, so fuck off!

I hit my head against the seat and the rest of my tears fell. After a while, I was taken to the station and they began to question me.

Police: Sir, can you please tell us what you saw?

I just shrugged and kept my arms crossed.

Police: Sir, can you please say something?

I breathed an annoyed breath through my nose.

Trevor: I ain't got nothing to say..

I shook my head and they left the room. As I sat there in silence, memories of Mark popped into my head and it made me angry. They came back and lead me to a room only after offering me to make a phone call. I wouldn't answer them, so they took me to a room and I stayed there. I ended up punching the wall and throwing whatever I could get my hands on. When they came to check on me, they had to hold me down in order to calm down. I didn't sleep that night and in the morning, my mom came and saw my clothes, then held me close as she started crying.

Mom: My baby! Oh my baby!

She held me tightly and but I didn't want her hug. I broke away from it and walked to the car. I didn't talk for a long time until I hit a few notes on my electric piano that sparked my mind. After I figured out what I wanted on the piano, I started writing down ideas but none of them were completed until I found something that Mark gave me a long time ago. In that moment, I started singing and as I sang, I cried.

I changed the words around and added my own to it just so it would sound like Mark was talking to me but I never really got to record it. Because every time I'd sing that song, I'd lose it somewhere in the beginning of it and stop, then go without talking again. Then pick the song up after a while and do it all again. But each period of silence got shorter until it was the only song I sang and focused on.

(Chapter written on July 23rd, 2016) I hope you enjoyed those chapters of endless sexiness and deep moments! And don't worry! There's more still to come! So keep reading, my lovelies!