LIFE || a.a

Chapter 3.

*LIFE in the MM.

Kay POV -

"Hey Kay." Says my dad as I sit down at the kitchen table.

"Hi" , I smile softly.

"We have to talk about getting you settled in at school, so you can be prepared when you go." He says, while sliding a plate of food towards me.

"Um yeah." I say quietly.

Looking at me for a brief second he continues.

"I know it's gonna be kinda of hard for you to get used to things down here, but I'm gonna help you." He says softly.

"Yeah, thanks." I respond.

Finally done eating, I decided I wanted to go walking. Stepping out of the house I look around. Kids playing, guys smoking &' talking and half dressed girls walking. Slowly walking down the road my mind drifts back to that "Life" man. He was so mysterious. Walking by a bunch of boys, I speed up my walking.

"Aye shawty? Can I get yo' numba' ma ?" One of the dudes yell.

Ignoring they're ignorance I continue on my journey down the road of New Orleans. Stopping at a little park, I make my way to the swing sets. Pulling out my phone &' headphones I listened to my music. So into my music and thoughts I don't notice it's getting dark. Deciding to head home I quickly get up &' begin walking. Passing by an alleyway I hear a whimper. Looking down there I notice 2 male figures, quietly hiding behind a trash can I listen closely.

" Where da' fuck my money dawg!?" The man says harshly.

" I got robbed man, I'll give you yo' money just give me a couple more days Life man." The 2nd dude whimper

Life? What is he doing here? I think to myself.

"A couple of days?" He chuckles humorlessly. "I GAVE YOU 2 FUCKIN' WEEKS TO GET ME MY MONEY B!" Life yells, making the man &' myself flinch.

"I know Life man, just give me some time. Please man i'ma get you yo' money!" The man cry's.

"Nah B'. You fuckin' with my money &' you kno ion' play about my money dawg." He says harshly.

"PLEASE LIFE-" cut off by the bang of a gun, the man
falls slump to the ground.

Shock is not the word for me right now. Getting up from my spot behind the trash can I begin to slowly back away from the scene. Not looking where I was going I accidentally bump into a trash can. Cliché asf.

"Who da' fuck is there?" Life calls out.

Crying softly I say in my position on the ground.

"I'm not gone ask no moe" he said, his accent coming out more.

Slowly standing up from my spot, I hesitantly walk out.

Laughing quietly to himself, He slowly walks towards me.

"Please, I didn't hear anything I swear." I say quietly.

Finally reaching me, he slowly puts his gun under my chin looking in my face.

"What da fuck did you see?" He asks quietly

Crying silently I answer his question.

"I didn't see anything, I swear."