40.| Life prt. 1

                                    

                                          
Jay and Xyair was walking side by side from the store to the car. It was dark out, around 11:45pm and Jay felt the constant need to look over his shoulder. "Fuck you doin Uncle Jay." For the past few months Xayir had been calling Jay his uncle for real. 
                          
Jay truly treated Xayir like his own son, disciplined him, kept him focus, rocked his shit when needed. Xyair still had that mouth on him no matter what but it was what it was. "I just feel off nephew." Jay admitted. "Some just off." He said pulling his gun out from his waistband. He walked to his car seeing his windows smashed and tires flat but what put that cherry ontop was his car being keyed.
                          
"Hell nah!" He yelled. "Who the fuck keyed my shit yo?" He yelled. People in the lot just looked at him as they put their food in the car. "Y'all muhfuckas death and blind na, who fucked up my fuckin car?" "Uncle Jay, who Aaralyn again?" Xyair asked. Jay stopped yelling as he looked at Xyair, he was standing on the otherside of the car hunching over.
                          
Jay walked over to where he was standing looking at the keyed words on his car. "Rest in Pieces love Aaralyn." He read aloud. Pulling out his phone he took pictures and quickly called an Uber. Wasn't no way in hell he was driving that shit, Aaralyn psychotic, black Harley Quinn wanna be lookin ass coulda bombed his shit for all he knew.
                          
One thing he knew for sho was he needed to find out what the hell Carlos and Arvonti was up to on they asses cause fuckin with his car was a damn death wish. Sad thing was he just bought his 2018 Chevy Impala like a week ago. Waiting fifteen minutes their Uber finally arrived and took them home.
                          
"So isn't Aaralyn that hoe that Arvonti cheated on Messi wit, same hoe that tryna kill y'all?" Xyair asked. "Xyair go to sleep." He said as he unlocked his apartment door seeing Breyah still asleep on the couch from when they left. "C'mon man stop leavin me in the outs, you know I'm intrigued by this shit." 
                          
"I thought you wanted to be a trappa not a gang banga." He said as he closed and locked the door, chained and chaired. You could neva be too safe. He didn't really have the protection of the crew no mo, they all gon they separate ways. 
                          
They talk to eachother for a few on the phone but it seems like everyone just growin apart, like it ain't the same wit out Arvonti and Carlos. "What if you die or some, I'm not tryna be a damn nomad for anotha seven years and some. Bruh for once in foreva I feel situated and if I lose you I know i know I'm not finna have anything but the shit on my back."
                          
Jay looked at Xyair. He never really spoke those words or shined light on why he was in the streets. He always wondered why but he ain't wanna pressure him. "Xyair ain't shit finna happen to me." Jay started but Xyair interrupted him. "But you'on control yo death foh, you read yo car nigga Aaralyn comin for yo ass. I could be guilty by association and get two in my head.
                          
I'll die like a punk ass ass bitch cause I ain't prepared for what's to come." "A gun don't so–" "Cut the shit. I know the complicity of a gun and I'm not talkin bout that Jay. I'm tryna live and have kids one day, you know how many times I thought I was gonna die out in every street between Brooklyn, Staten island City, Harlem, Bed-stuy, and Queens?
                          
How many people just walked past me lookin at me dead in my face and never helped only twenty-one people helped me outta those seven years. It was just three a year Jay, you all I got." Xyair said. Jay nodded his head. "Your parents, what happened to them." "Honestly I neva known my real parents, all I got is a piece of papah.
                          
Came home one day and found my adoptive parents dead on the floor." Jay sighed he didn't really want to talk about that shit now, he just wanted to sleep. "Aight kid, I'll tell you everything ina mornin and see what King can do if you really tryna be on some gang shit. Just keep yo head in nem books cause if you fail some I'm beatin yo ass."