*LAURYN'S POV* "You two rascals are finally back together? I know that was the longest few days of your life."
Monique said, as it was just the two of us in the salon. Tiffany is coming in a little later, and Mariah took the day off to spend with Bashar for a family function he was having.
"Yeah. Hopefully this time, he'll stay behaving. Speaking of men, when are you gonna get you one?"
"Girl, men give me too much stress. That's why I've been single for the longest. Fuck all that shit."
Monique chuckled, sitting down in one of the seats. Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I looked at it and it was an unknown number. I shrugged it off and just didn't answer.
Suddenly, it rang again. It was the same exact number. I picked it up, considering it may be important.
"Hello?"
"This is Lauryn, right?"
"Yeah. Who is this and how come you're calling?"
"This is Shooter. Dave's best friend. You need to get to the hospital, now."
"What? Hospital? What do you mean?"
"He's perfectly fine, he's here in stable condition. But, while he was leaving the appointment with Millie, someone rolled up and shot my nigga. Three shots in each leg."
"What the fuck?! Who the hell shot him and why?!"
"That's the information no one knows yet. The police are still trying to figure that out. But for now, just get over here."
"I'm on the way!" - - - - "Dave, baby! I'm so glad you're okay! Who the fuck could even do this to you?!"
I questioned in panic as I entered his hospital room, running over to him and gently hugging him.
"I have no idea, love.. I have semi bad news, though.."
"What is it? You're alive, that's the best thing that could come from this."
"I know, but the doctors said that I'm never going to be able to walk again. I have to roll around in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Like Jimmy in Degrassi type shit."
Dave said the last part as a joke to try to somewhat lighten the mood. I looked at him, my heart dropping down to my ass.
I wanna know who set my man up! Could it be that bitch ass Millie? He was with her when this happened!
"Oh, fuck..."
"Yeah. Whoever shot me hit damn near all my major arteries in my legs. So the possibility of me ever walking again? Is out the fucking window."
Dave was now visibly upset. I could tell that this was crushing him more than he was showing, which broke my heart to a million of pieces.
"Whatever this is, we'll get through it together. I promise, baby. You're not going through this alone. I got you."
"T - thank you, love.." - - - - *CLARENCE'S POV* "You better be paying me some good ass cash for this shit! I just shot a nigga for you! Why couldn't you just do this shit anyways?!"
One of my best friends, Chris, was going frantic as he came back to my house.
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"Nigga, you know why! The nigga could recognize me already, we've known each other for years. He knows what I look like, inside and out. I'm giving you thirty thousand for this. Don't complain, or you don't get shit."
I handed Chris the wads of cash that had added up to $30k in it.
Yeah, you're processing this correctly. I had this Nigga Dave shot up. Only in his legs, though. I ain't want him dead, I want him to have to live and suffer for the rest of his life.
One for hurting my little sister. And two, for taking the girl that I been in love with, away from me.
I had to threaten Millie a little bit, just enough to get all the information I needed out of her. Eventually, she told me that they were gonna be at their first appointment for their unborn child.
"Hey, Chris. What are you doing here?"
Symphony questioned as she came down the stairs. Chris looked at her, then looked at me.
"Uh.."
"I think you should let me talk to my sister alone. Thanks again, bro."
"Yeah, no problem."
Chris gave me a slight glare before walking out of my house. Symphony walked over to me, confused as hell.
"Thank you? For what? And why didn't he answer me?"
"Listen, you're probably gonna be really upset after this. But I did this, for us.."
"Clarence, what the fuck did you do?"
"I got Dave shot in his legs. Three times in each —"
"Clarence Lorenzo White! Why the fuck would you even do that?! I never asked you to do that!"
"It was for the both of us! He broke your heart, and he took the girl that was supposed to be MINE away."
"Are you THAT in your feelings that you're literally going around shooting people because of some bitch?! Don't even answer that! Because the answer is; OBVIOUSLY! You are so stupid, I swear! Do you know what's going to happen when the police find out?! You, Chris, AND me are going to jail!"
"The police ain't ever gonna find out. I had it pinned on someone completely different. They won't ever know we were involved. Don't you know that I play shit smart by now?"
"Who did you pin this shit on?"
"You don't gotta worry about that, sis. Just know that gun ain't coming back, traced to us."
