KENNEDIE

I lean over and turn the lamp on. I watch as Jaylen sleeps with his arm slightly around Legend. The way he loves him is admirable. I wish I had that growing up.

I know I have a messed up past. I know I lost my virginity to his twin and dated Kwame but Jaylen is so different. Eric cared but not this much. Jaylen is an amazing person.  He makes me want to be a better me. He makes me want to live and keep going. I'm so thankful for this man. Nobody ever made me feel that.

I reach over and touch his hair. He opens his eyes. "Why you touching my hair?" he whispers.  "Just wanted to." I say. He chuckles. "I'm sleepy." he mumbles, then closes his eyes. He starts lightly snoring. I lean over and kiss Legend's forehead.  I gently kiss Jaylen's lips. He opens his eyes. "I thought you were sleep." I panic. He grins. "You thought" he says. I look away.

"Come here." he says. I walk over to him. He grabs the back of my neck then kisses me. Damn, his lips are so soft. He pecks them again then kisses my forehead, nose, my lips again, my chin, then my neck. He hugs me tight. "Now will you go to sleep?" he softly asks. I'm blushing so hard, I swear my face feel like it's gone break. "Yeah." I answer.  He rolls over and wraps his arm around Legend and closes his eyes.

Jaylen got me so open.

CHEVY

I'm at the park playing basketball with my niggas Terrance and Triston and a bunch of other dudes we don't know.

"Who is that?" Terrance asks, standing beside me. A black Impala slowly pulls up.  "Run!" I yell. We take off running as gun shots start flying from the car.

"Shit!" I scream, watching my nigga fall. I pick him up.  "Keep going!" I yell at Terrance. He continues to run as I try to pick Triston up. My nigga fat as fuck. I told him about all those butter cookies and shit. "Damnit, you fat fuck." I groan, laying him over my shoulder.

"Shut up! Don't let me die, Chevy!" he cries out.  "Try to limp. You gotta help me cause I don't weigh much and you heavy." I say.  He uses his leg he didn't take a bullet in and limps with it while holding me. Some more gun shots go off. "No!" I yell out as his head pops and his brain and blood splash on me.

I break down crying as I run from the constant gun shots. I can't believe my nigga gone. "Fuck!" I scream in frustration.  I thought I could get out this way but I'm stuck in an alley.

I climb into the big green dumpster and hold my nose. "Where that lil mothafucka' go?" somebody yells. "Check the dumpster." a female voice says. My heart starts beating hard as shit. God, please don't let them open this dumpster.

"What? He ain't gone be in no dumpster. Prod's kids ain't with that. Spoiled bastards." the guy says. "Whatever. Come on." she says. I hear their footsteps then their tires screech.

I slowly open the dumpster and hop out.  I call my dad. "Hello?" he answers. "Dad... these folks started shooting when I was at the court and they killed my nigga, mane." I sob. "What? Didn't I tell yo ass stay at home cause it's getting crazy?" he yells. "Daddy, I don't care about that! My nigga is dead!" I scream. My dad be fussing at the wrong times. "Go hide somewhere. I'm finna track you." I say. "I'll be in a dumpster." I mumble, climbing back into it. "Alright. Don't be lackin'. Pay attention. A gun don't make nobody stronger than you, fight if you got to." he says. "And dig through that garbage and try to find a weapon." he adds.

I start digging, panicking as I hear footsteps.  "Hello?" dad yells for the fifth time. "Chevy?"Zaya screams in the background.  I grab a dull butcher knife out of a bag. "Here yo punk ass go!" somebody yells, snatching me out the dumpster. I start swinging the knife wildly, cutting any and everywhere. I stick it through the nigga's stomach and throw him down

I step back, crying my ass off. I ain't ever killed nobody before. That scared the shit out of me. My dad's bullet proof hummer whips around here. He hops out with some niggas holding some big ass guns I ain't ever seen or heard of. That shit looks all types of illegal.

Dad looks from me to the dead nigga. He grabs the dead body and drags it, putting it in a big container thing in the back of the truck.

He comes and wraps his arms around me as I cry. "Daddy... they killed him... what the fuck did I just do? Am I going to jail?" I panic.  "Calm down. You not going to jail. You just caught yo first body, son." he softly says. "Let a nigga try me, try me! Imma get his whole mothafuckin' family! And I ain't playin' with nobody,  fuck around and imma catch a body!" Big Roshun sings. "Shut up, you fat fucker." dad snaps.

This day been long as hell. How did this shit become my life in a matter of months? "You should've listened to me, son. Obedience is key, obedience is key." dad says, breaking me out of my thoughts.  I sigh, staring at the police and ambulance over where my nigga's body is. Life is a bitch.

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