If yall didnt get to see Holland And Mia, hopefully yall can see it in the media this time.

Got that 30 and this 40 Nick Cannon how I be drummin'I put niggas underground I feel like Harriet Tubman
Hope them angels watchin' over you and you real good at duckin'
Once I up that bitch
I'm bussin' my nigga ain't no discussion
40 bang 'em in the head boy that ain't no concussion

RESHAWD

"Damnit." I mumble as the cops handcuff my wrist to the hospital bed. When the nurses saw Becky's blood leaking under the door and heard her screaming, they instantly ran in here and called the police and my dad.

That nigga beat my ass cause he gotta pay half a million in bail money.  I really don't even care though. I hate when somebody does something to me then act surprised when I retaliate. That's the biggest insult to me. I can't keep calm for shit. Of course I know that imma meet my match one day but until then, imma be the mothafucka ending lives how and when I want to.

Mia storms in my room then hits me in my face. I blow. "Bitch, if I wasn't handcuffed to this bed, I swear to-" she cuts me off by shoving the barrel of a gun in my mouth.

She crying and shaking, glaring in my eyes.  "You tried to kill my gotdamn sister, Reshawd! I'm tired of your trifling ass, you meeting God and the devil right after because everybody know you going straight to hell once I squeeze this trigger." she says.

I blink a couple times. I know damn well this hoe didn't just run in here and shove a gun down my throat.  "You not so tough now, are you?" she asks. "I gotta do this cause you tried to kill her." she says. I'm growing tired of this bullshit.  I'm not afraid to die at all. I'm actually ready to cause life is hard so she'll be doing both of us a favor if she go ahead and off me.

Her hand starts violently shaking. I can't help the laugh I managed to get out. Mia ain't cut out for this and she know it. She pulls it out my mouth then shoots right past my ear, then drops it. I chuckle. "Hoe, you can't even hold that bitch, plus how you miss the center of my head like that?" I ask. She stands up. I scoot back then kick her dead in her face.

I use my free arm with the IV in it then some type of way dial dad. "This hoe trynna kill me. Mia. She tried to shoot me in my head." I say, kicking her to keep her dumb ass away from the gun. "On my way." he says, then hangs up.  "Fuck you!" she screams, trying to get the gun. The door flies open. Two gun shots ring out then Mia's body instantly hits the floor with a loud thud.

I glance over at DJ holding the gun glaring down at her with an unreadable look on his face. "You said you loved me!" Mia screams, holding the gun shot wound in her leg, spitting up blood. I fall out laughing at the hole in her back. I don't know why I laugh at the weirdest shit.

"I'll never love a bitch more than my brother." he dryly says, then limps over to me.

What the hell happened to this nigga? My dad busts in then locks the door. He puts his gun to her head. "Please." she begs him. "Dad, don't." DJ says. "Why the hell you ain't in the damn hospital bed?" he snaps at DJ. "A hospital can't hold me back. Dad, don't kill her, torture her first atleast." DJ reasons. I shake my head. "I'm pregnant!" Mia blurts out, crying. "I guess yo crip nigga never gone see his kid then." DJ nonchalantly says, pulling a knife out.  "Hello, my name is DeJuan Crippen and I'm an abortionist." he sarcastically says, lifting her shirt and putting the knife to her stomach. I smile wide, anxious to see this.

"What the fuck?" Mia screams. "Chill." Dad demands, snatching him away from her. The door opens. The clean up crew step in instantly doing their jobs. I'm so ready to get out this hospital. To make shit worse, I'm under arrest in this mothafucka.

ZAYA

Tyler and I are walking at the beach.  He smiles then feeds me some of his ice cream. "It's good, right?" he asks. I chuckle.  "It's decent." I answer. He stares at me then picks me up bridal style and starts spinning.  I laugh. "Tyler, put me down." I whine. He chuckles then kisses my lips. I smile then kiss him back. We made it official today on our date and I'm honestly very happy with my decision.

"Seriously, babe, you seem sad as hell so tell me what it is." he says, putting me down. I jump on his back then wrap my legs around his waist. "Nothing... just stuff with my son. I'm fine though, I promise." I say. He grows quiet then takes off and cannon balls both of us into the water. I come up.  "Butt hole!" I scream, laughing and splashing water in his face. He laughs then wraps his arms around my waist then kisses my neck.  "I'm so glad you're mine. We don't have to rush into anything, I promise." he says. I smile. "Let's go jet skiing." I say, glancing over at the jet skis.  He grabs my hand. We get out the water then head over to them.  He pays the man then sits down. He grabs my hand and helps me on.  "Hold on to my waist, don't let go unless you want a shark to eat your sexy ass." he says. I laugh. "Shut up." I say, wrapping my arms around him.

"Oh shit, Tyler!" I scream, holding on to him for dear life. This mothafucka is crazy. He literally is purposely making the jet ski fly off the water on the hugest waves he sees. We're not even supposed to be beyond the rope and they sounded all types of alarms trying to get him to go back but he won't.

"See, this how white people always wind up dead in weird ass ways! Tyler, take me back!" I scream. He laughs then turns us around. "Sorry, baby, I couldn't resist it." he says, heading back.

He pulls us in. The security guard instantly starts going in on us. Tyler laughs then sticks his middle finger up as we walk away. 

"That was crazy. I'm never doing shit else in the water with you." I say. He kisses my cheek. "Oh, hush. It was amazing and you know it." he says, smiling wide. I mean mug his stupid ass. His body falls to the ground. I scream, staring at the two bullet holes that are deep in his back. He's face down in the sand, twitching.

People rush over trying to help him. The on site paramedics rush over. Everything gets blurry. Who the fuck shot him?

HOW YALL FEEL ABT MIA CRAZY ASS?

WHO YALL THINK SHOT TYLER?