one knee. I lowered my head, and spoke softly. “Pedro, please tell me this is a joke. If it is, don’t play with me, nigga, don’t play with me!”
“Kiley, I’m sorry, it’s no joke. They say he killed himself, but you and I know better. I gotta go, I’ll call you soon.”
He hung up and the phone dropped out of my hand. I covered my eyes with my hand and the tears started to fall. My fist tightened and my breathing increased. Somehow I stood up, slamming the phone against the receiver on the wall.
“No! No! No! No! Hell fucking naw!” I yelled. The phone broke off into pieces as I continued to slam it against the receiver. In a rage, I flipped over the kitchen’s table, on the verge on breaking down.
“This shit is not happening!” I yelled while squeezing my head with my hands. “What in the fuck is going on! Somebody tell me what the fuck happened!”
Ginger ran into the kitchen, halting her steps at the doorway.
“What’s the matter!” she yelled, standing clear of my madness. “What happened?”
I began to sob. Tears rushed to the brim of my eyes and poured down my face. Spit dripped from my mouth and my entire body was numb. I took deep breaths, trying to catch my breath but couldn’t. I looked at Ginger. “I don’t believe this shit. My…my boy is dead!”
Ginger came over and wrapped her arms around me. She told Desmon to get me a glass of water.
“Baby, I…I’m sorry,” she said sympathetically. “I don’t know…”
I moved Ginger away from me and wiped my hand down my face to clear it. I hurried off into the bedroom and slid into my jeans. Ginger stood in the doorway with her arms folded.
“What are you getting ready to do?”
I ignored her and continued to put on my clothes. Once I was dressed, I reached for my glock, sliding it down inside my pants. Ginger blocked me from leaving the room.
“Kiley, don’t. Please don’t. How many people are gonna have to die? I don’t know much about the bible but I do know God said vengeance is his, baby. Not yours.”
“Move!” I yelled in her face. “Today, it’s mine!”
Seeing how angry I was, she moved aside and I hurried to the front door. I opened it, pushing the screen door away. I rushed to my car, slamming the door shut. I squeezed my burning chest as it ached so badly. I felt as if I were losing my mind, and when the pain wouldn’t go away, I reached for my gun. I laid it next to me, squeezing my eyes tightly together. When I opened them, I saw Desmon standing in the doorway. He munched on the Doritos, and slowly walked up to the car with a glass of water in his hand. He opened the passenger’s side door, and took a seat. I hated for him to see me like this, so I leaned my head back on the headrest, closing my eyes again.
“Say,” he said, smacking on the chips. “I really don’t know what just happened, but I’m sorry to hear about your friend. I gotta a close friend too, and if anything happened to him, I don’t know what I’d do.”
I hesitated, then responded. “You’d go kill the muthafuckas who were responsible, wouldn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I probably would. But then again, that would make me like you. I ain’t trying to be like you, though.”
“Good.” I turned to look at him. “Now get out of my car so I can go.”
“I got a game at three. You…you gon make it, right?”
“I’ll try.”
“Try hard. You’ve already missed nearly ten
“Kiley, I’m sorry, it’s no joke. They say he killed himself, but you and I know better. I gotta go, I’ll call you soon.”
He hung up and the phone dropped out of my hand. I covered my eyes with my hand and the tears started to fall. My fist tightened and my breathing increased. Somehow I stood up, slamming the phone against the receiver on the wall.
“No! No! No! No! Hell fucking naw!” I yelled. The phone broke off into pieces as I continued to slam it against the receiver. In a rage, I flipped over the kitchen’s table, on the verge on breaking down.
“This shit is not happening!” I yelled while squeezing my head with my hands. “What in the fuck is going on! Somebody tell me what the fuck happened!”
Ginger ran into the kitchen, halting her steps at the doorway.
“What’s the matter!” she yelled, standing clear of my madness. “What happened?”
I began to sob. Tears rushed to the brim of my eyes and poured down my face. Spit dripped from my mouth and my entire body was numb. I took deep breaths, trying to catch my breath but couldn’t. I looked at Ginger. “I don’t believe this shit. My…my boy is dead!”
Ginger came over and wrapped her arms around me. She told Desmon to get me a glass of water.
“Baby, I…I’m sorry,” she said sympathetically. “I don’t know…”
I moved Ginger away from me and wiped my hand down my face to clear it. I hurried off into the bedroom and slid into my jeans. Ginger stood in the doorway with her arms folded.
“What are you getting ready to do?”
I ignored her and continued to put on my clothes. Once I was dressed, I reached for my glock, sliding it down inside my pants. Ginger blocked me from leaving the room.
“Kiley, don’t. Please don’t. How many people are gonna have to die? I don’t know much about the bible but I do know God said vengeance is his, baby. Not yours.”
“Move!” I yelled in her face. “Today, it’s mine!”
Seeing how angry I was, she moved aside and I hurried to the front door. I opened it, pushing the screen door away. I rushed to my car, slamming the door shut. I squeezed my burning chest as it ached so badly. I felt as if I were losing my mind, and when the pain wouldn’t go away, I reached for my gun. I laid it next to me, squeezing my eyes tightly together. When I opened them, I saw Desmon standing in the doorway. He munched on the Doritos, and slowly walked up to the car with a glass of water in his hand. He opened the passenger’s side door, and took a seat. I hated for him to see me like this, so I leaned my head back on the headrest, closing my eyes again.
“Say,” he said, smacking on the chips. “I really don’t know what just happened, but I’m sorry to hear about your friend. I gotta a close friend too, and if anything happened to him, I don’t know what I’d do.”
I hesitated, then responded. “You’d go kill the muthafuckas who were responsible, wouldn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I probably would. But then again, that would make me like you. I ain’t trying to be like you, though.”
“Good.” I turned to look at him. “Now get out of my car so I can go.”
“I got a game at three. You…you gon make it, right?”
“I’ll try.”
“Try hard. You’ve already missed nearly ten
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