Page 33 of A Beast Captured My Heart

Her voice shook and for the first time, I saw fear in my mom’s eyes. Praise desperately tried to take back over, that was just too damn bad. Until he realized that we were one and he needed to realize that how I felt mattered, I refused to go anywhere.

“Look ma! You wanted me so here the fuck I go! I ain't as nice as Praise and you damn sure ain't gon’ speak to me fucked up when I pay all the bills in this bitch! It takes respect to get respect so when you got that for me, I’ll return the mu fucking favor.”

I picked up her pack of cigarettes took out one and sparked it. I’ve been craving one for the longest.

“Beast?” she asked looking at me like I was a fucking science project.

“In the fucking flesh.”

I gave her a crooked smile as she held her chest, I mocked her, fake holding my own chest. It disgusted me how much foul shit Praise overlooked with this family and the people he kept around him. Wasn’t shit getting past me though.

“You did me foul growing up and you know it, see Praise overlooks that shit but I never did. I don’t forgive and I never fucking forget! The way you raised Michael is the mere reason why he is such a pussy ass nigga! He keeps showing me he’s incapable I’m going to kill him just like I plan on killing Laquanna’s musty mouth ass!”

“Get out of my house and come back when you are better Praise!”

I laughed as my phone alerted me. Before opening the text, I looked her dead in her eyes.

“This ain't Praise Ma, he trying his hardest to come back to the forefront. It's best for him to ride the back seat for a while. I need to straighten all this shit out for him.”

“Michael loves you. Y’all are blood brothers! You know he looks up to you!”

“No, he doesn’t. That pussy nigga envies me, his heart is laced with greed Ma.”

I let her ramble and try to attempt to talk sense into me. I opened the message and couldn’t be surprised at what I had already assumed. The punk motherfuckers didn’t realize that they signed off their own death wishes. The video disgusted me; I don’t even think disgust was the perfect word to describe the way I was feeling. The video was forty seconds too long. It started with Laquanna smiling in front of the camera she fake modeled the lingerie that she once wore for me. When she stepped out of the camera's view, I saw my blood fucking brother getting fucked by my close friend Gunna. A niggas heart almost stopped, I never expected Gunna to be on no gay shit. Teflon’s head was between Nia’s legs as she leaned her head back in ecstasy. Laquanna got on top of Nia’s face and started popping her pussy on her face. I felt pain inside of me from the betrayal, I knew that had to of been Praise soft ass emotions affecting me.

Anger took over me fast, as ways to torture them crossed my mind. If Teflon or that nigga Gunna was gay, I wouldn’t have given a fuck. Everybody had to live their life the way they saw fit and answer to God later. What had me heated was this bitch Laquanna was bold enough to send and prove to me that she and Nia lied bad. Nia was alive, she was the reason why I started back making myself known to Praise. I always felt in my heart that something wasn’t right about the bitch. Praise was consumed with so much guilt and hurt he didn’t allow himself time to think shit through. The four motherfuckers in this video could consider themselves dead though. They were the ones that planned all this shit. The cold part about it all is Praise never did anything to them for them to be so cold. Nia had no excuses either. To play dead was some sick shit, however, they pulled that bomb off had to of cost big money. My money, it had to come from some movie prop shit. Which made it five people that would be dead.

That nigga Don’s ex bitch used to work for a major filming company, he probably got the equipment from her. I definitely could let Praise take back over with me in the back seat because I felt the anger that simmered inside. He was going to merge us together and think of a master plan to kill all these motherfuckers. Tossing my mom my cell phone she watched on in horror.

“I didn’t raise no fag! This can’t be real.”

Tears streamed down her face rapidly as I chuckled lowly.

“But you did indeed raise one. Well, a dead one now.”

I stood to my feet as my phone started to ring back-to-back as I kept clearing the call. It was Kayori, I didn’t need the distraction.

“Now Praise- I mean Beast! Whoever you are!”

She spoke with a shaky voice.

“I’m sure there is a good explanation! If you kill my baby! I will never speak to you again!”

“Well consider me dead.”

My phone rang again before I made it to the door, I answered it pissed off.

“WHAT KAYORI? I’M FUCKING BUSY!”

She remained silent as she sniffled a little bit.

“Baby make sure you sit down for this.”

It felt like I needed to take a shit, that’s the feeling my stomach gave me. Whatever she was about to say would probably send me over the fucking building.

“Ummm Meshalay just called me and umm…”

“GOT DAMMIT KAYORI! GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!” my nerves were sending me to a place in hell right now.