My heart felt like it was finna explode. I closed my eyes for a second and begged God to help me remember, and just like that, the numbers came back to me.
I punched them in fast, my hands shakin’ the whole time, and when it finally clicked open, they rushed in and grabbed the money.
I just knew it was over. I thought they was gon’ leave, but one of ’em lifted his gun and pointed it right at me.
That’s when survival took over. I pushed past him and ran. I ain’t think about shit but gettin’ out that door. I could hear them behind me. I could hear the footsteps and the gunshots poppin’ off while I ran for my life.
I grabbed the handle, yanked the door open, and the moment I stepped through, a shot hit me.
Pain shot through my shoulder so fast it made my whole body give out, and I dropped right here in the doorway, my hand tryna reach for the handle while everything around me started feelin’ unreal.
They ran past me, tramplin’ over me like I wasn’t shit, and I could feel the blood startin’ to soak through my robe while my breath came out shallow and fast.
I thought I was about to die…
My hand shook as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, barely able to hold it steady while I dialed.
“What’s your emergency?”
“I been shot…” I whispered, my voice weak and breakin’ while my body started to give in. “Please… help me…”
The world around me started to fade, my vision blurin’ while my chest struggled to keep up, and before I could say anything else…
Everything went black…
Trill-Land
It had been weeks since Reni called herself takin’ her damn key back from a nigga, and ever since then, I had been movin’ around like nothin’ really fazed me, but I ain’t even gon’ lie… that shit sat with me more than I let the shit show.
At first, I was straight. I kept tellin’ myself it was just another one of them breakups where niggas needed space, time and to cool off before we ended up right back in each other’s face doin’ the same shit all over again. Me and Reni had been through that shit too many times, and I wasn’t about to keep runnin’ in circles actin’ like somethin’ was gon’ magically change. And that was the part that kept me from reachin’ for her.
I missed her, no doubt about it. Shid… it would be random times where I’d be sittin’ in my whip or layin’ in my bed, andI would pick my phone up, scroll straight to her name, and just stare at it for a second, really thinkin’ about callin’. Then I stopped myself, locked my phone and tossed it to the side ’cause I already knew how that shit would go.
We would talk, then argue, then say shit we ain’t mean, then somehow end up right back tangled up like ain’t shit happened… just to break apart again. And I wasn’t built for that shit no more, so instead, I kept myself busy.
My gun shop had been my main focus. I had been movin’ real product, real weight and linkin’ with the right people, makin’ sure shit stayed flowin’ the way it was supposed to. Me and Blaqson had been out damn near every other night, ridin’ through Trill Land, and stoppin’ through different spots just to keep my energy right.
Some days, I slid through Trill Hills, and hit the barbershop just to sit back in a chair and talk shit.
Niggas would be laughin’, crackin’ jokes, speakin’ on whatever was happenin’ on the island and I would be right there with ’em, clownin’, keepin’ it light and actin’ like everything was cool.
Then I’d leave there and slide to Auntie Rue’s bakery, grab somethin’ to eat and let her fuss at me for not comin’ by more often.
Other nights, me and Blaqson would pop out to events, clubs or wherever the vibe was at. Music stayed loud, and the lights was always low. Women was everywhere with drinks flowin’, and my ass would be in the middle of it, dappin’ niggas up, speakin’ when I needed to and mindin’ my business when I didn’t.
And yeah, women approached me. They always did, but I ain’t entertain none of that shit, ’cause I done seen what happened when niggas tried to fill a void with somebody else.
I watched Pressure go through it. I watched Kay’Lo go through it. I watched how shit went left with Kashmere and Echo, and how everything turned into somethin’ deeper than what it started as. Hell, Toni ended up killin’ Echo behind Kay’Lo ass, and that alone was enough for me to stay in my lane.
I wasn’t about to drag nobody into my shit just ’cause I was missin’ Reni, and I damn sure wasn’t about to disrespect what we had by playin’ with somebody else.
So, I kept it simple—Work, money, movement… that was it.
Still… that ain’t stop her from crossin’ my mind.
It would be lil’ shit too, like the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t payin’ attention, and the way she’d be on a nigga for no reason at all. I always caught myself smirkin’ at the memory, then shook it off quick, not tryna go down that road. ’Cause deep down, I felt like I just wasn’t the nigga she needed.
Maybe I wasn’t built the way she needed me to be. Maybe I ain’t have what she was lookin’ for long term, and instead of keepin’ her stuck in somethin’ that kept breakin’, I figured it was better to just… leave the shit alone.
