ZAYA

Tyler just got out of emergency surgery and he's in critical condition right now.  I can't quit crying. He's not even a bad dude and he really doesn't bother anybody. He didn't deserve to get shot like a fucking animal.

I just pulled up to Prod's house. I go knock on the door. Donna comes to it in her robe then raises her eyebrow. "Why are you here?" she snarls. "Hoe, move." I say, snatching her out the house. I lock it so she can't get in. I hope the mosquitoes tear her ol shiny nose havin ass up.

I storm in the house then into the living room. Prod's chilling on the couch rolling a blunt. He smirks then grabs my waist and pulls me down on his lap. "What, you finally came to yo senses and realized I'm the nigga you need? I hope so cause I'm tired of that hoe. I'm getting rid of her soon as you take me back." he says. I squint my eyes at him. "You and your damn jealousy! You just had to shoot him!" I snap. He lightly pushes me off his lap then looks at me crazy.  "I ain't shoot his pussy ass. Ion like the mothafucka, but I didn't shoot him. Besides, if it was me, the young nigga woulda got way more than a bullet. Trust me." he says, then hits his blunt with a slight smirk on his face.

"Quit lying! This got your name written all over it! If you didn't do it, yo ass definitely sent somebody to do it!" I scream at him. He looks at me crazy.  "Don't come ova my house talkin' shit, Zaya. Fuck I gotta lie about? I ain't do it. I didn't send nobody for his ass. If I was gone get rid of him, I would've straight up handled his ass personally so gone on with that shit." he says.

I mean mug him. "I know you sent somebody." I say. "Naw, cause if I decided to send somebody, that young nigga woulda been decapitated and brought back to me with his head separated from his body. That's all you wanted, mane?" he asks.

I sigh then sit on the couch. "I'm sorry... I just... uuugh!" I scream in frustration. He passes me the blunt. I hit it then hand it back. "It's cool. You just got a big heart, Zaya. If you want, I'll find out who did this shit. No, I don't give a damn if he live or die but if it'll make you happy, I'll do it." he says.

I spring off the couch.  "Roc. I bet it was him." I say. He chuckles.  "Naw. He madly in love with you and all that so naw, he wouldn't do no shit like that to that nigga cause he knew it would've hurt you. He been sleep upstairs in the guest room all day anyway. He ain't even left." he says. I sigh. "Last chance... you want me to find out who did it?" he asks, not seeming interested at all. I shake my head no. Tyler was raised by a Jamaican drug and crime family. They were there and his scary ass uncles left instantly to talk about dealing with it.

"So... you with the nigga now, huh? I guess I ain't shit to you no more." he says. "I just wanna be happy, damn! Let's not pretend like you don't have somebody! She lives with you! Your children under eighteen don't even live with you so I know for a fact you got love for her if you moved her in with you! If you all happy and in love, why can't I have somebody? Why can't I be happy? I don't give a damn about what you or anybody else think about Tyler, he's a good guy and he respects and cares about me! I don't have to force him to treat me right, he just does it. I don't have to question if he cares, so shut up!" I yell at him.

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Quit hollering at me, you blowing my high." he mumbles, frowning up at me. He hits his blunt again then blows some smoke out that looks a little like a heart. "That was for you. I love you. Even my blunt loves you." he says, chuckling.

I shake my head. When he's high, I swear it's like talking to a brick wall. "Shut up." I say, standing up. He grabs my hand. "Come on, you just finna give up on us for that nigga? I thought you still loved a nigga." he says. "I do love you but you have somebody and I ain't about to keep waiting to be happy." I say. He picks his gun up off the table then stands and cocks it and points it at me. "If I can't have you, nobody else can." he simply says, moving his finger to the trigger.

Tbc...

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