BEAST
/bēst/
noun: beast; plural noun: beasts.
-an inhumanly, cruel, violent, or depraved person
-an objectionable or unpleasant person or thing
-a person's brutish or untamed characteristics
He's been living in his own darkness.
She's been run...
Tristan Trevor James Thompson ( March 31, 1991 - May 31, 2017 ) Loving Friend and Brother You Will Be Deeply Missed
"I'm so sorry that this happened to you." I said. "I'm sorry that you got killed. You deserved way better than this. I promise you that I will get the motherfucker who did this to you. I will put that nigga six feet in the fucking ground like he did to you. Your death will not be in vain."
"Dramatic much?" I heard a voice say.
I turned to see my Uncle. I hadn't seen him in a while, so it was strange to see him here especially after all these years.
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I walked up to him and dabbed him and we gave each other a hug. We pulled away a couple of seconds later and fist bumped each other.
"Good to see you nephew." Uncle said.
"You too Unc, you too." I said.
"Sorry I missed the funeral man, I got here as fast as I could." Uncle said.
"Its ight." I said. "How'd you know?"
"Nas told me. Plus, Tristan was like a son to me and I knew how close the three of you were." Uncle said. "I had to come out and show some love."
"I appreciate that." I said.
"Hey no problem man, we family. And you never abandon your family." Uncle said.
I nodded. "So how long you in town for?"
"I don't know. A couple of days maybe. I got some business to take care of." Uncle said. "Why?"
"Nun just asking." I said. "Lemme take you out, show you my side of town."
Before Uncle could say anything else, my phone rang. I took my phone out my pocket and saw that it was Veronica. I hit the ignore button and put my attention right back on Uncle. He raised his eyebrow looking at me funny.
"What?" I asked.
"Who was that?" Uncle asked.
"Veronica." I said.
"Who's Veronica?" Uncle asked.
"She's some girl I'm seeing." I admitted.
"Some girl you seeing?" Uncle said. "Is she a good girl?"
I nodded. "When she wants to be."
"How do you feel about her?" Uncle asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I like her a lot. She makes me feel like I can do and be better."
