Part 4

OK, I’m back. So, everything was getting crazy but this here took the cake. The little girl isn’t Shaquan’s. He tells me that nine years ago she had a teenager as a client, the father that brought the boy made sure his son used a condom but when the son was done, the father didn’t strap up at all when it was his turn to have his way with the teenage working girl. My face was all turned up, then I started thinking when my brother was 14, my Dad took him to go see a prostitute. My parents said it’s so he didn’t lose his mind after his first sexual encounter with a girl. It didn’t make sense to me then and still don’t know but that was when he was 14 and he’s 23 now. Yall do the math……..

Part 3

He dropped his gun to his side and told Brenda to sit down, pointing the gun in the direction of where he wants her to sit. Shaquan sat on the edge of the sofa arm, I sat in the single recliner that was positioned across the living room nearest the door and window. Shaquan puts his gun on the table and explains his side of what’s going on. Brenda was supposed to get an abortion nine years ago, he found out that she never got it. Yall, this girl had her daughter staying with her parents and Shaquan being who he is went to check up on them to make sure they were okay and saw the little girl playing in the front lawn. Yall know I had to ask if he gave her $15,000.00 for an abortion, of course he says no. The $15,000.00 was for the money he lost while she wasn’t working. Which leads me to assume she’s a “working girl”. I don’t know if yall calculated that up in yall heads but umm $15,000.00 in three weeks. Ok, moving on, back to the story. I tell Brenda that it’s best if she tries to make up the money so this doesn’t happen again, I tell Shaquan that his daughter is cute and although he never wanted her it’s a tad easier when a man raise little girls. This is when it started to get deep yall but, I have to head out so I’ll  have to pick up where I left off when I get a free minute.

Part 2

My bad yall, back to the story. Anyway, somehow Shaquan found her and the little girl. He had her up around her collar yelling at her telling her she owes him $15,000.00. By the looks of her face, he got a few grand out of her already but, I knew had to defuse this situation because the house is in my name and I can’t have a dead body up in here. How would I explain that to the Philadelphia Police Department? I say his name a few times, still standing at the door with one foot in and one foot out. Legally I carry a concealed sidearm but I really prefer not to use it if I don’t have too. I don’t believe in the fight or flight concept, I believe in flight and save a life but I will fight if needed. Anyway, I think I wasn’t saying his name loud enough the first few times, it’s a very strong possibility that I was actually whispering his name and didn’t really notice. So, I yell out his name this time and he turned around putting Brenda in a head lock holding his gun to her head. I yell out for him to hold on, I just wanted him to stop hitting her, and maybe we can all talk this out. He tells me to mind my business and leave. Now, in the back of my mind I’m going to be honest with yall, I wanted to leave.  Don’t judge me, I can’t lie, I wanted to leave, sell the house as is and call it a day but, I didn’t. I stepped in the house, closed the door behind me and started to explain who I was and that the house he’s standing in is mine. I told him that the same way he’s packing so am I, but mine is legal. The difference is, if he kills me he’s getting at least 15 years, I kill him I walk because he’s in my house…..

Part 1

Yo! In all my life, I’ve never seen anything go down like this. Let me fill you guys in. So, back in July I ran into this female my brother went to school with, Brenda. With her was this little girl, maybe around eight or nine years old. Both of them looked as if they haven’t seen sleep or water in days, but yeah, I don’t judge. So I asked her what’s going on and what has she been up to. Brenda started looking around all sketchy, yall know I don’t do sketchy so I was ready to give her the peace out and bounce. She picks up the little girl, grabs my arm, and pulls me into the alley. By this time, I’m not even ready to give her to peace out, I’m ready to beat my feet and run for cover. Anyway, she gets all close telling me that Shaquan is looking for her, they’ve been on the run for the past three weeks, and she wanted to know if I could help her. Now, I’m not too keen on getting into the middle of anyone’s mess but there’s a kid involved and she was a good friend to my brother back in the day-day. I tell her I have another house that she and the kid can stay at for a while to get herself together. I told her that no one knows I own that spot and I wanted to keep it that way. Now, this is where things start going a tad cra-cra. I went to the house a few days later to check on them and bring them some food. When I walked on the porch, I heard a bunch of screaming and yells then heard a loud thud. As much as I didn’t want to, I unlocked the door, and poked my head in a little so I could see what was going on…………

A little update

Officially at 6:30 pm My First Kill is back online and ready for order. If you want to head to a bookstore it'll take about 8 weeks unfortunately. The Unknown is looking like a late December release date, I'll be sure to post the specific date at a later time.

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My fear

I found myself perplexed with what to do with this new project. Feeling that I need to start and finish this one, before I finish The Ryan Matters Series. Being a new Author, I just wasn't prepared for something like this to happen so soon in this new journey but today, today I had a breakthrough.

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