by J Peach
“So fucking what! Let his bitch ass die then.”
“No!” Pushing past Blaze, I went to Sly’s side and did what I could to stop the bleeding. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think he would do this. I’ll call the ambulance.” I tearfully apologized.
“No the fuck you won’t, clean this nigga up then put his ass out. He can drive his self to the fuckin’ hospital,” Blaze foolishly insisted.
“Blaze, he can’t drive! What the fuck?” I screamed at him as I continued trying to stop the bleeding.
“Ah shit!” Sly groaned out in pain.
“I’m sorry,” I tried to comfort him.
“The mothafucka drove over here, didn’t he?” Blaze continued to rant. “Fuck it! I’ma just do this nigga and be done with it.”
Just as I felt him moving me aside, we heard the front door open. My head swung toward the sound.
“Peaches, what the fuck happened?” King asked, stopping in his tracks. “Damn, what the fuck I miss?”
“Blaze fuckin’ shot him, he’s fuckin’ crazy. Get his ass out my shit. Now King!” My voice raised as I pointed toward Blaze.
“Nall, fuck that. Get his ass up out of here so we can go. A nigga hungry as fuck,” Blaze said, leaning against the wall, rubbing his stomach as if he just didn’t shoot Sly.
“Like fo’ real, King, get yo boy out my place before I shoot his ass. I’m not playing, this was some stupid shit. I live in a fucking apartment! Nigga, this not a fuckin’ hood, you can’t be shooting mothafuckas just because! Who does this shit? Bye Blaze.”
“The fuck you getting mad for. I told his ass already and nigga didn’t listen. His fault, his ass knew what was up. Tryna be slick and got his ass shot, next time I’ma kill his ass. His ass know better, so keep playin, nigga you know me. Don’t ever go behind my back again unless you got a death wish. And Peaches, stay yo ass away from him otherwise that’s blood on yo hands.”
“You don’t tell me who I can and can’t see. You know what? Stay the fuck away from me. King, get him to a hospital, I can’t stay here.”
Grabbing my keys, purse, and my broken phone, I walked to the table by the front door, pulling the drawer open and picking up the Desert Eagle. After checking the magazine, I slammed it back in place, putting one in the chamber. A heavy breath left my mouth as I felt the stress building up.
The humming of a voice caused my eyes to snap towards the door only to find Blaze standing there. It wasn’t until his lips twisted up into a smirk that I got pissed off again, realizing he was the recent stress factor in my life.
“Blaze, stay the fuck away from me,” I said through clenched teeth. His smirk never left as he licked his lips.
“Baby girl, what part of mine don’t you get? Shorty, I ain’t going nowhere and neither are you.”
A sickening ache started in the pit of my stomach because part of me knew he spoke truth with his words. My hand gripped the gun tight. Seeing that, Blaze stood up straight with a mean mug on his face.
“I wish the fuck you would,” he said through clench teeth.
I glared at him defiantly, and then I snapped. You a stupid mothafucka! My hand shot out grabbing the front of his shirt. With a hard yank, I pulled Blaze to me and raised my gun up to crack him over the head with it.
Blaze's reaction was quicker than the blow intended for him. His left hand shot up and locked around my wrist tightly. With his right hand, he grabbed me by the throat and choked the shit out of me.
“Fuck is wrong with you?” He squeezed until I let go of the gun and it clattered to the floor.
“Let. Go. Of. Me. I groaned as I tried to claw at his face.
My feet left the ground and the next thing I knew, Blaze slammed me down on the wooden table by the front door, knocking the air from my lungs. He straddled my body and stared down at me with slanted eyes.
“Nigga, you done lost you fuckin’ mind!” King’s loud voice boomed.
He lifted his foot and violently kicked Blaze in the side, knocking him off of me.
King looked down at Blaze and tried to stomp him in the face, but Blaze grabbed his foot and flipped him to the floor.
“Nall, nigga, this shit right here ain’t sweet. You got to bring ass to get some.” He popped as they began rolling around on the floor, tussling.
They climbed to their feet at the same time and glared at each other.
“Fuck you wanna do?” challenged Blaze.
King, who didn’t have an ounce of bitch in him answered by throwing a punch straight at Blaze’s head. The blow caught him square in the mouth, busting his lip.
Blaze ran his tongue over his lip. The taste of his own blood brought a cocky smile to his face. “That’s all you got, my nigga?” He taunted before catching my brother with a quick two piece combination.
The force of the punches sent King rocking back on his heels, but he quickly recovered. From there, they traded powerful blows back and forth. By now, I had sucked air back into my lungs. I scrambled to my feet, yelling. “Will y’all stop?” Neither one of them was thinking about Sly, who was laying just a few feet away, possibly dying. “Stop!” I wailed again. “Somebody has to get Sly to a hospital.”
My voice bounced off of the walls as King and Blaze continued going at it. Suddenly, King whipped out his gun and pointed it at Blaze. “Nigga, I’ma end this shit right here and now,” he snarled.
“Do what the fuck you do,” spat Blaze, refusing to be punked.
I saw King’s hand tighten around the weapon and I had no doubt that he was about to squeeze the trigger.
“King! Nooooooooo!” I cried out as I ran and jumped on his back, trying to stop him from bodying Blaze.
King slung me off of him. As I crashed to the floor, I looked up and saw Blaze aiming his gun at my brother. They stood face to face. Two beasts ready to let their guns op off over me.
“Y’all need to stop!” I screamed.
Boom!
The loud gunshot drowned out my cries.
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