Run

The Brokenhearted...

Incognito

Riding through the hot streets of the Nola, Only The Strong Survive by Too Short sounded throughout the speakers of my ride. Passing the blunt to one another like batons at a track meet, Boadie and I were hoping to get lifted from the numb feeling we were both experiencing. It went from shooting the shit with all my niggas, to me only having one nigga left. When I got word that my lil cousin got dead out here by his own nigga, it didn't register in my mind that I'd lose all my niggas, trying to dead Sina. I can't lie to myself anymore and say that this nigga wasn't a problem out here but I'm damn sure not gone let a nigga put any fear in my heart. I miss my dawgs and I was gone do what I had to do for my niggas that was taken out because they were riding for me; even if I had to link with niggas I ain't really rock with...

After a while of riding and facing a blunt, I pulled into the parking lot of the building. Parking amongst the cars, I took my key out of the ignition and with that we both got out. Walking through the parking lot, Boadie spoke. "Nigga, you sure you wanna get involved with this nigga? Shit, I mean do you wanna keep goin back and forth with this bullshit? How many niggas do we gotta lose for you to see it ain't worth shit no more?", he continued but I wasn't trying to hear that.

Furrowing my eyebrows due to the bright sun as well as the shit that he was saying, I spoke. "I'm goin through with it because regardless of all this shit, them my niggas. I ride for my niggas, alive or dead, I'ma ride for my niggas, it's all love and respect because at the end, they were dead out here because they were ridin for me. And I mean if you not with it, you ain't gotta be and I understand but I'ma do this with or without you." I said as we continued to walk towards the building. "I know what I'm walkin into, I don't got shit else to lose besides my sanity and my life. I don't care anymore man", I continued and Boadie didn't respond but I could tell that he was taking in all that I said to him.

Walking through the solid black security doors, we walked through the dim lit empty club, aside from the workers. It was early and it was evident that the staff were prepping for the party that was to go on later on tonight. With music sounding throughout the building, we made our way over to Quavo, his girl and his niggas to get this meeting out the way.

As much as I didn't want to make a deal with the devil, stuck between a rock and a hard place; I had to do what I had to do to take out Sina...

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Tahari

4:30pm...
Friday evening..

Some time went by and I found myself in my bedroom reading a book that I picked up from the public library, titled; The Coldest Winter Ever. Resting my back against the headboard, I licked my finger before turning the page of the book. Never taking my eyes away from the intriguing book, I was already deep in the book. Ignoring how uncomfortable I was due to the on and off pain I was experiencing, I would rest by book face down, here and there to adjust my bra but it did little to nothing for me.

Continuing to read along the depths of this book, I sighed out of frustration before changing my position in the bed to attempt to get comfortable but it only grew worse. Eventually, I just sat up in my bed and reached over for my bookmark and placed it where I left off before placing the book on my nightstand. Swinging my legs off of the bed, I stepped into my house shoes and made my way out of my bedroom. Making my way downstairs, tuning out my mother's conversation she held over the house phone with her best friend Leslie, I walked into the kitchen. Gathering the things, I needed for tea, I proceeded with warming up the water over the stove. After a while, I made up my tea and made my way back upstairs to my bedroom.