Go to the party they said. It'll be fun they said.
When shots break out at a high school party, Isaiah King finds himself alone and driving anywhere away from the house flashing red and blue. On his journey to nowhere, he runs into a curly-haired mu...
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"Do it for my homegrowns (sisters, brothers). Do it for the fam."
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"You want me to kill 'em?" Kingston asks, sounding serious.
"What? No!" I say, my eyes going wide. "He's still my dad King, you can't just kill him."
He shrugs and goes to light his blunt. We were sat on the concrete porch in front of his house since my auntie doesn't like when King smokes inside. After school, I drove over to King's so I could get some of the clothes I stored in his closet.
During my stay at the Arreaga's, I quickly found out that they have very limited closet space. After King told my auntie what happened she let me store anything I couldn't fit in Amour's closet over here. It was nice while it lasted, but I'm supposed to be back at home in two days and I need to get my shit before King tries to steal it for himself.
"I don't care if he's your pops or not, he put his hands on you, Zay. I don't fuck with that shit," he grumbled.
"It doesn't matter anymore," I sigh. "He's gone."
"You miss him?" King asks, putting a comforting hand on my back.
Do I?
"I don't know. He might've fucked up my life but it's weird not having him around now," I confess. "Before all of this, everything was fine. Now, it's like I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
Smoke escapes King's mouth as he speaks. "What you mean?"
"Last year I had my whole life planned out. I wasn't scared of what's next," I mumbled. "What if none of this shit works out? Then what am I gonna do? People like me don't make it very far."
Kingston smacks the back of my head, hard. "What the fuck?" I curse as I attempt to rub the pain away.
My cousin gives me a hard stare. "Don't say shit like that Isaiah," he warns. "Whatever your piece of shit father said, forget it. You have a better future than half of the people in this neighborhood, don't let any of these dusty motherfuckers tell you otherwise."
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