Ashes to Ashes ...
1080 Words
Adrian**
Me and J standing outside Luther crib smoking a blunt, I couldn't stay in that hoe no longer. Stankin' ass house...
This blunt was well needed.. A nigga nerves shot as f**k!
Hustle and Riana on the way over here and I gotta just suck it up and come clean with them. Ima gone tell Hustle the truth about our Father's jail time and Ima tell Riana Luther isn't her nor Jasmine real Father.. I hope they understand why I didn't say shit...
I didn't know s**t was gone get this deep. I gotta text message on my phone from the old fine ass hoe..
Crazy, ion even know ha name and I been f*****g her for a minute.. Hell, ion know how old she is I just know she Old with young pussy... and that she a nurse..
I just put my phone back in my pocket cause I'm on some whole other s**t right now...
5 minutes later, Hustle and Riana pulled into the driveway.. well here it goes...
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Riana*
Pulling into my old driveway just sent chills down my body.. I just wanted to break down but I had to remind myself..
I'ma Boss ass Bitch..
Me and Hustle pulled into the driveway and saw Adrian and some other guy standing outside smoking..
I ain't never smoked before but I wish I could go take this nigga s**t.
Hustle hopped out the car and so did I, I really want to slap the f**k outta Adrian because when the f**k was he gone tell me Luther wasn't my real father? But I ain't gone say s**t ima see how this s**t play out..
Crazy, how Hustle more real to me than my so called brother...
"Hustle, Sis .. " Adrian said walking up to us. We all was standing outside looking stupid as hell. But, I rather be out here than in that stupid ass stankin' ass house..
"Yeah?" We both answered looking at him.
"It's some s**t I need to tell you guys." Adrian said looking at us.. Before, we could respond he went on explaining himself..
"Bro, Hustle you my boy mane and you know I got yo back through whatever. But, I ain't tell you My dad and your dad doing life for murder charges they didn't commit."
"And Riana.. Luther isn't your real father.. Our real father name is Antwon Williams.. he's in pen doing life for our mom."
"WHAT?." Me and Hustle both shouted..
The guy with Adrian rudely interrupted our conversation like he just didn't give a f**k, Throwing all of us off, I think he pissed my brother off.. The looks in eyes let me know he was about to snap..
"Sup, Hustle yeen speaking?" Before Adrian could say anything the guy with him said some to Hustle. I honestly forgot he was even right there..
"Do it look like I'm in the business of speaking to motherfuckas right na?" Hustle snapped back at him.
Damn, what's that all about?
"Ha, you sound like a lil hoe. You mad cause yo brother call me before he call you. Nigga's know who gone slide for em and who ain't."
Before, I knew it Hustle pulled out a black gun from his pants and pointed it at the guy..
"J.Rock you really wanna play with me b***h? I ain't never trusted yo ass anyway, I just dealt with you cause of Adrian. Boy the way I'm feeling right now I'll blow yo s**t back and won't think twice about it."
The guy J.Rock pulled out a gun from his back and pointed it at me..
"That's yo b***h? Blow my s**t back, ima blow her s**t back nigga.. f**k you thought. Think they stop making guns when they made yours?"
"Y'all niggas tweaking we outside first of all y'all shoot somebody gone see us. Secondly, J.Rock That girl is my sister, you really wanna go there nigga?"
Adrian said ..
J.Rock must've came to his senses because he lowered his gun and so did Hustle..
"Now y'all niggas follow me I got some s**t to show y'all." Adrian said.. He came over to me and pulled me into a hug.
"This nigga done f****d Up sis." He whispered in my ear..
When we got into the house Hustle and J.Rock was just staring at each other..
"Ima be a Real nigga about it my bad Hustle and Adrian.. and I'm so sorry lady for pointing the gun at you but when a nigga play with my life some that I love, ima take some He love." He said looking over to me..
I was so disgusted and shocked that they really were about to have a shootout with me involved.. I didn't even make eye contact with him. I just shook my head and walked closer to Adrian..
"J.Rock... How much the trap make this week?" Adrian asked looking over at Hustle.
"Nigga I thought we was looking for your sister you talking bout the damn trap. You know I hold s**t down.. I only got 7k on me right now." He said.
Hustle looked at him with hate in his eyes like he just wanted to kill him right now..
*BOOM*
Before I knew it Adrian pulled out a gun and shot J.Rock right in his face.. He dropped to the floor without budging ..
"That nigga dead." Hustle said laughing..
They must be use to this..
I was talking all that s**t about being a Boss ass b***h and my heart was touching the damn floor, I was scared as hell...
"We finna light this motherfucka up." Adrian said walking towards the kitchen looking at Hustle and he nodded agreeing.
"Adrian what you mean we finna light this motherfucka up.?" I said looking at the both of them.
"Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust we finna blow this house up and we don't give a fuck." Adrian said.
Me, him and Hustle couldn't do nothing but bust out laughing..
This crazy ass boy just say anything..
Hustle and Adrian did what they had to do and we left out, Pulling out the driveway I turned around to see my old home now in flames..
In a way, I felt so relieved.. like I just got rid of some bad memories from my childhood but until I find Jasmine, I will not be able to move forward...
Big Sis coming for you Jas .. I promise..
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