"Hypothetically, of course. Are there some things better left unsaid? Or would you wanna know instead? Hypothetically, of course. Are there some wars not worth fightin'? Some tears not worth cryin'?" - Lyfe Jennings

REIGN

"See, now you try." Montana says, taking his blindfold off. We're sitting on his porch. He's teaching me how to take a gun  apart and put it back together without looking as fast as I can. KeKe dropped me off here along with my brothers and I'm so glad. I wasn't in the mood to see my dad after what he said before I went to school. It hurt my feelings but I'm a strong girl. I'm not about to let his words destroy me.

"Montana, I'm no good at this. Can you teach me how to do something else? Oh, I heard you know about human bodies and stuff. Is that true?" I ask, counting his bullets. "It is very true. When I was in school, I likes physiology and human anatomy a lot. The rest of my knowledge came from reading and experience." he answers. "Oh. What kind of experience?" I ask. He chuckles, then directs his attention to Noble, Majesty, uncle Darius, Tae, and some guys from Montana's neighborhood as they play basketball in his driveway.

"I don't really have a good answer, honestly." he says. I smile. "Tell me. I tell you a lot of secrets. Why can't you tell me about your experience?" I ask. He leans back. "Well, I was doing hits for money for a long time and I'd do crazy shit sometimes. Every once in a while I'd tie one of my victims up and study certain things. I learned a lot. They were gonna die anyway, so I'd experiment on them." he says.

"Are you still a hit man?" I ask. I'm so amazed right now and I probably shouldn't be. "Well... I try not to kill nobody but every once in a while I get the urge and I merk a few niggas. I got more than enough money and I'm comfortable. I'm not really trying to do hits. I enjoyed them though." he answers. "Next time you do a hit, can I come? I've never seen anybody die." I say. "Naw, baby girl. I wouldn't purposely allow your momma to see my lifestyle so I'm not gone let you see it neither." he says.

I sigh. "How long have you known my mom?" I ask. "She was pregnant with your brothers when we met, so almost seventeen years." he answers. "How come yall broke up?" I ask. "Why you asking me so many questions?" he jokingly asks. I laugh then hug him. "Cause you're my second daddy and I can talk to you about everything so tell me." I say.

He laughs. "Whatever, Reign. But we broke up cause I wanted the best for her." he says. "I was six but I remember little things. I remember her crying and begging." I say, thinking back on it. I was so worried. I'll remember the way she cried until the day I die. She was so hurt.

"I wasn't trying to hurt her. At the time, I thought your dad could love her better than I could. I thought putting my feelings aside and giving her up would be the best for her." he says. "I think you were wrong." I mumble. He doesn't say anything. He's just staring at me. "Yeah, me too." he admits.

"Have you had a girlfriend since then?" I ask him. He starts laughing. "Damn, Reign, I feel like I'm being interviewed. But no, I haven't. I don't want one. Before I met her, I had an ex but my feelings for her were not strong and I was just with her for the hell of it. Yo momma was my first and only real love. I never loved nobody like that before." he says, smiling a little. I gasp. He looks at me crazy. "What?" he asks. "That's the first time I ever saw you blush." I say. "You so fucking over dramatic." he says, laughing hard.

I smile. My eyes drift off to my brothers and my uncle as they play basketball. I sit up a little, staring at one of the boys from around here. I've seen him plenty of times. He's one of Noble and Majesty's friends. He's so fine but I know he's probably way older than me. I don't even know his name. Every time my brothers have friends over, my mom and dad make me stay with them because they don't want me talking to boys yet.

"Why you looking at him like that?" Montana asks. "I don't know. I like his shoes." I lie. He narrows his eyes at me. "You just turned fifteen, Reign. I don't approve of that young dating bullshit. Next thing you know, you pregnant and I'm in jail for murdering the young nigga, so no." he simply says. "But daddy, please." I beg. "No. That's that." he says in all seriousness. I know he isn't my dad for real. My dad is the disrespectful man I love to death but Montana has always been a second dad to me since I was born so I respect and treat him like it.

I sigh. "What if he's all nice and stuff like you?" I ask. "Hell no, you definitely are not talking to a nigga like me. I'm a hood nigga. I'm a certified street nigga, Reign and that shit a fact. I do not want you with a dangerous nigga like me because you never had to live that lifestyle. We've been treating you like a queen your whole life. That street shit is foreign to you, so you damn sure ain't getting a thug. Stay away from gangstas. Me, your uncles, granddad, and whoever else yo dad have you around  and yo fucking daddy are the only real street niggas allowed in your life, you understand me?" he goes off, pointing his finger in my face.

I sigh then nod my head yes. "Why you gotta be so hard on me?" I ask. He pulls me in a hug. "Because you like a daughter to me and I love you to death, Reign. The last thing I want is to see you hurt, pregnant young, mourning a death, or bailing a nigga out of jail cause that's basically all thugs have to offer." he says. "But you and my daddy are thugs and yall don't act like that." I say, getting sad.

I was raised around thugs so I don't see why I can't date one. He chuckles. "If only you knew the half of what me and your momma went through all those years we spent together. We looked perfect, but we went through tough times. It was times when she had to come bail me out, come to my court dates, visit me in jail, and everything else. Nobody know about all that though. I don't want that for you, Reign." he says. "Why'd you go to jail? And was that when I was born?" I ask. "Yeah. And for different gun charges and assault with a deadly weapon and stuff." he answers.

I nod my head, then look at the boy as he laughs at something my little brother Tae said. "Can you at least tell me his age?" I ask. "Seventeen. And the lil nigga really with the shit. I spend a lil time talkin' to him and taking him to work out. I like to make sure he doing good." he answers. "He's only two years older." I say. "Yeah, and in a few more months, that nigga will be considered grown. He'd be an idiot to fuck with your young ass. But chill, come in the house and help me clean your lil brother's closet. He got shit everywhere." he says, standing. I sigh, then stand. "Okay, Montana." I mumble.

I look back then make eye contact with my brothers' sexy friend. He continues to laugh and talk as if he thinks I'm ugly or something. He didn't even acknowledge me. I almost feel bad and I know I shouldn't. I rarely go against my parents or Montana's word but he's cute and I want to at least say hey. I just don't want Montana to be mad and disappointed.

I continue to walk in his house then close the door behind me. "Reign, I got you the new Jordans that came out this morning. I stood my ass in line and everything for you. They on the kitchen counter, you welcome." he says. I smile then give him a big hug. "Oh my God, thank you daddy Tan Tan." I jokingly say, laughing. He narrows his eyes at me. "Call me that bullshit again and I'll cut your neck off using those ugly ass ear rings you wearing." he threatens, making me start dying laughing.

I love this crazy old nigga so much. My phone starts ringing. It's my dad. I answer it then put the phone to my ear as I walk to the kitchen to get my new shoes. "Hey daddy." I say, not in the mood. I'm sure he's about to say something mean to me, as usual.  "Ahh... right there, Ant. That's my spot, daddy." I woman basically screams and moans. My eyes widen. "Daddy?" I yell. All I hear is a headboard. I hang up the phone then cover my mouth with my hand. My mom's voice is soft and feminine, that voice was way deeper than hers. That wasn't my momma.

My eyes tear up. "What's wrong?" Montana asks, looking at me. I swallow hard. "I gotta tell you a secret. Don't tell nobody." I mumble. I can't believe my dad. Hopefully, it was all a misunderstanding.

NOBLE

"Who was that sitting on the porch?" my nigga Jah asks me. I hand the basketball to my little brother, Tae then look at him. "My sister." I answer. "Oh, my bad. I didn't know it was yo sis." he says. I raise my eyebrow. "Nigga, my sister just turned fifteen, she a good girl, and she innocent. Nigga you seventeen and a half, don't fuck with my lil sister. I ain't bullshittin'." I say in all seriousness. I get so sick of my niggas trying to talk to Reign.

"I won't. But question, why couldn't I?" he asks. "Cause I'd murder you in cold blood and not regret anything." I answer. "Damn, it's like that?" he asks. "It really is. Don't fuck with my sister." I say.

"Majesty, how come I can't talk to yall lil sister?" he asks. "Jah, everybody know you a hood nigga. My sister is innocent. We ain't about to let you change that, bruh. It's all love, but I don't want or need my lil sister changing into a crazy hood bitch cause she with you." he answers.

"What about you, JeMontae? Can I talk to your big sister?" Jah asks him. "Hell the fuck no. My daddy and her daddy will kill you." he answers. I chuckle. "Damn, yall sure he only nine?" Jah asks. "Yes, I'm nine and I'll give you nine bullets in your ass if you talk to my sister, nigga." Tae says, standing on his toes so he can point his finger in Jah's face.

I laugh then pull him back. "You need to quit being nosey and listening to your daddy's conversations. You ain't grown, quit cussing." I say. "Daddy told me a hypocrite is someone who talks bad about somebody doing something when they do the same things themselves. You cuss and stuff and you not grown, so you are a hypocrite." he says. "See, this is what happens when a fucking braniac has a child." I say. Montana is extremely smart and Tae really took after him.

"Whatever. I'm hungry." he says. I look at my uncle. "Uncle Darius, can you take us to get something to eat?" I ask. He looks at me. "Yeah, go and see if Reign wanna come, spoiled ass nigga." he says. I smile. I knew my uncle wouldn't say no. Who would say no to me anyways? I'm the shit.

Reign walks out the house looking upset. "You wanna go get something to eat?" Majesty asks her. She rolls her eyes. Jah smiles a little. "Wassup, I'm Jah." he introduces himself to her, licking his lower lip. She blushes a little.  "Reign." she mumbles, wiping tears out of her eyes.

"What the fuck I tell you?" I snap, getting in his face. He starts laughing, which I find highly disrespectful. "Ion know, some shit I don't give a fuck about, bruh." he answers.

I ball my fist up getting ready to knock him the fuck out. Reign hugs me. "Stop, big brother. I'm sad." she mumbles. "Why?" I ask, ignoring Jah as I let her get on my back. "Cause... nevermind." she says. I give her a piggy back ride to uncle Darius' car, then put her down. I know something ain't right and I won't stop until I find out what it is that's bothering her.

JESSICA

I'm riding with my friend Torren. He's gay and fabulous as fuck. "Bitch, you need to sit that nigga down and be like boom, bitch, I know your ratatouille lookin' ass is cheating. Ugh, girl, Ant look like Chicken Little and got the nerve to be trying to cheat on somebody. Tuh, nigga head shaped like a fucking light bulb. He got hella nerve." Torren goes off, using his hands and rolling his neck.

I laugh. "I think he is cheating but I'm trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. I love him and I don't wanna ruin our marriage. Like, what if he ain't cheating? Then what?" I ask. "Bitch, you been to college and got yo degree, you do all that hard ass stocks bullshit and some type of way still manage to be slow. Girl, quit being stupid." he says.

I sigh. Deep down, I know something ain't right. I just don't want to believe it. "Yall need to talk." he adds. I pull my phone out then call him. He immediately answers. "Hey, baby." he says. "Where are you? I think we need to sit down and talk." I mumble. "I'm high right now, baby. Where you at?" he slowly asks, laughing at absolutely nothing.

I sigh. "You need to chill on that shit. Did you even take your medicine yet?" I ask. "No. I don't want to. But where are you?" he asks. "With Torren." I answer. "His fruity ass." he says, laughing. I roll my eyes. "Your cheating ass!" Torren snaps back, then refocuses on the road.

"I ain't cheating. Tell that gay bitch to mind his business." Ant says. Before I can say anything, Torren makes a sharp ass U- Turn. "What the hell?" I yell. "Aw, hell naw. Hell naw. And hell naw a mothafucking gain!" he snaps, whipping his truck into McDonald's parking lot.

"What the fuck, Torren?" I ask as he pulls into a park. "Boom, there go yo nigga. My vision good as fuck. Oh, hell naw. Let's go crack his mothafucking skull best friend." he snaps, pulling brass knuckles from under his seat.

I look to my right then shake my head. Ant is no doubt sittng in the back seat of an Impala with a blunt in his mouth and a bitch's head bobbing up and down between his legs.

Surprisingly, I'm not in a crying mood. I want to destroy some shit right now. I open my purse then grab my knife. "I'm cutting this nigga." I say, then hop out the car with my best friend behind me. Without saying a word, I go and punch the back window out the Impala, making him and her jump.

He quickly fixes his jeans. She starts screaming as she wipes her mouth. "Let's get it. Raggedy weave ass bitch. You out here looking like a stomped on milk dud. Hoe, you ain't got shit on my best friend. I ain't scared to go to jail, Imma knock them ugly teeth out your mouth!" Torren goes off on the woman, snatching on the door handle.

I stop him. "Get out the car, Ant!" I demand. He stares at me in shock, too afraid to make any sudden moves. "Antasia, get out the fucking car!" I scream. He looks down at his hands. I take a good look at the woman. She grins. "Polly's back, bitch." she says, then blows me a kiss. This ugly bitch gained weight and changed her hair, that's why I didn't recognize her.

I reach my arm in the car then snatch Ant's head to me by his hair. "What the fuck? You fucking around with your mothafucking ex, Ant? With Polly? What the hell? I thought we were better than that! How could you?" I scream, punching him all in his face.

He opens the door then gets out. "Chill, Jessica." he demands. "No, don't tell me to fucking chill! With Polly of all people?" I scream, punching and kicking him anywhere I can. "This bitch shaped like a fucking Pine Sol bottle and you cheating with her? Hell naw!" Torren snaps, folding his arms across his chest.

"I ain't fucking cheating, she was just sucking me off. This was the first time she did, on god!" he yells, trying to hold me back. "Are you fucking dumb? You just broke every promise we made when we got married! This is cheating, Ant! I can't belive your bitch ass! You ain't shit!" I yell.

"I ain't shit but I damn sure provide for you and my kids? Fuck outta here, you getting me pissed right now, real nigga shit." he goes off, looking at me like I'm crazy.

"No, you really ain't shit! How long have you been messing around? Cause I'm sure you've been fucking off!" I yell. He shakes his head. "Don't ask me that shit, Jessica. Some shit just shouldn't be answered." he says. "Answer me!" I scream. "No. I can't do that." he says.

I draw back then start punching the shit out of him. "Bitch! Fuck you!" I scream at him. I storm at Polly then snatch her up by her neck, completely blacking out as I throw punch after punch, kicking her, choking her, and slamming her on any and everything. "I'm fed up! Bitch, imma kill you! Get the fuck off me!" I scream at the police as they try to get me off.

One of the officers roughly snatches me off then puts me in handcuffs. "Hell naw! Get the fuck off my wife like that!" Ant snaps, trying to get out two officers' grips. "Shut the fuck up! Don't worry about me cause you wasn't worrying about me when you were back there getting that lil ass dick of yours sucked! You a mothafucking joke, Ant! And you know what else, stupid mothafucka? I regret you! I regretted my fucking decision right after our wedding! I hate you so much and I wish Montana would've stayed with me cause you ain't shit!" I scream at him.

"Fine, bitch, you ain't shit either! Bitch, I hope yo dumb ass die!" he snaps back, then throws his wedding ring at my forehead. My mind goes blank as the police attempt to separate him and Torren. I can't believe this shit and I'm sure this ain't even the half.

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