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2 DAYS LATER
RONNIE












It's about 4 A.M. in the morning when I hear several knocks at the door. I don't like getting woke from my sleep, so I'm feeling kind of angry about having to get the door.



" Who the fuck is at the door? It's damn near 4 in the fucking mor-"






" Aye, calm yo ass down.....you probably thought you wouldn't see me again...but I'm here..."


A gun is being pointed at my head, and at this point I'm used to it. At least from this guy. I don't have any fear toward this guy anymore. My brother and his crew already shut these dudes down anyway.







" Troop, what's new with you? You could've came nicer than this..."


" Ah, you know me too well...whenever you Jason, tell him we got business...or both of y'all can be 6 feet under..."


" All I gotta do is call my brother man..."



" Ah, you haven't been keeping up man..." Troop says while laughing.




" What you mean by that?"






" Your big brother is in jail...you don't want him out either..or else he'll end up like Raq..." Troop says. My mind is swirling with thoughts of how my brother could possibly be in jail.



" You set him up didn't you? And killed Raq afterwards so he wouldn't get him out? That's a pussy ass move man.." I say.

"Aye, watch it man... you forgetting who you talking too?" Troop says gripping the gun. There are footsteps and a lot of laughing coming down from the hallway and Troop puts his gun away with quickness.



" Do what I said." he says and he trails off. I shake my head and shut the door.








I don't even know what to do. I can't have my brother in jail for being set up. He's done way too much for me. I lay down and figure out what I'm gonna do.




The first thought that pops in my mind is my pops. I gotta talk to him first.














LATER IN THE MORNING, 7:15am












My first class ain't until 9:15, so I got up extra early to go and chat with my father. I think back to what he usually would do. I know he's up because he's the early bird type. I stop by Q's crib and search for him. He's not there, so I head to his favorite corner store, Mart 66.







" Aye pops!" I yell. He turns around and walks toward me, looking proud.

 He turns around and walks toward me, looking proud

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