Consequences

Chapter 6

Calvin 'King' White
Sunday, May 1st
Two years later
15 years old

I watched as jay beat the living shit out of a dude who owed sonny money. "No stop I'm sorry I'll get the money." The dude pleaded but jay just kept punching and kicking him.

"Just tell me where the money at pussy I see you flexing all on social media and to you boys but all of a sudden you don't got the money. I bet yo momma gone have my money." Jay responded before kicking him in his abdomen causing the dude to hunch over.

I sighed in disappointment. "Come on jay that's enough." I pulled jay off of the dude and next to saint.

"Move king I gotta job ta do go do yours." Jay spoke and tried to move around me but I held his arm out stopping jay from going anywhere.

"What the fuck is wrong with you bruh." Jay spoke aggressively causing saint to step up next to us.

"Jay chill out nigga." Saint said calmly.

Ever since Noah died that day jay has been more aggressive and angry, jay is not that shy little kid I met while playing the game or the little cry baby when Sonny first brought her. Jay was slowly being ruthless and more like sonny and king hated it but Sonny loved it.

"How bout both y'all just move around im almost done." I sighed and let jay go and finish dealing wit the dude.

"This is some bullshit." Saint mumbled while watching jay beat the dude. I dint respond, not really knowing what to say.

The dude finally started talking business and directed jay to the money he owed. Jay went to go get it while me and saint walked to the car outside. "This isn't right king jay ain't suppose ta be like this, this whole situation ain't suppose ta be like this." Saint ranted while walking back and forth on the sidewalk.

"It ain't shit we can do bout it sonny don't see no problem wit it and jay ain't gone listen to us, not anymore. This is jay now." I told him and pulled out an already rolled up blunt with my lighter.

Saint stopped pacing back and forth and stood in front of me. "Of course sonny ain't gone see shit wrong wit jay behavior cause it's what he always wanted. But this ain't jay this can't be the same sister I grew up wit and fought with, don't tell me that." Saint looked like he was about ta cry. I knew it's been eating him up for a long time, saint didn't cry neither did jay anymore they stopped crying after Noah died.

I sighed and put the blunt to my lips before lighting it, I put my lighter back in my pocket knowing I'll be pissed if I lost it. "King it ain't nothing we can do?" I looked down at my all black air forces tryna think of what to say to him.

"Do about what?" I looked up and seen jay standing in front of us holding a book bag. Saint turned around and I knew he was getting fed up with jay behavior towards both me and him.

"Nothing to serious." I responded and exhaled the smoke I had trapped in my mouth. "Nah nah king it is serious." I glared at saint, right now was not the time ta do this.

"Saint stop right now ain't the time ta talk about this." I told him glancing at jay who looked irritated.

"Nah what the fuck y'all talking about, what's serious?" I scratched the back of my head knowing this was about ta be ah disaster in the making.

"You wanna know what's so serious? It's you and yo fucking attitude, every time we have ah simple job of getting money thats owed you go barge in there like the kool aid man and beating people's asses! You don't even care who you beat. You changed jay a lot ever since Noah died you stuck wit that shitty ass attitude and behavior." I looked at jay and seen she was kinda surprised.