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Book One | White Ferrari

I woke up a while later and found myself tied to a chair in a dark broken down room. I took a look around and there was only one window, it seemed to be boarded up with only planks and shit so I couldn't make out where I was.

Damn what happened, I feel like shit. This nigga fucking knocked me out and kidnapped me. That's so psycho.

My heart began racing a bit as I struggled to get free from the chair but there was absolutely no use struggling because these ropes were tied really tight. All I could do was sit there and wait.

Where the fuck am I?



Chris POV

What the fuck is wrong with this nigga! I really thought he'd understand!! He's supposed to be my fucking brother but instead he got mad and chose to side with that fucking good for nothing fag! Like wtf!

What the fuck am I gonna do now because he fucking knows everything. I can't just let him go, and I definitely can't keep him here forever. SHIT!

Imma have to cap his ass! Yeah that's right - imma just cap his motherfucking ass and get this shit over and done with. FUCK FUCK FUCK!

He fucked shit up for the both of us!!

Nah that's it! Imma definitely have to cap his ass!



Dre POV

"Somebody help! Is there anybody here?! HELP!" I began yelling out hoping that someone would come to my rescue. Next thing I knew Chris came bursting through the door and damn he seemed hell'a pissed.

"NIGGA SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Untie me you fucking psycho! Nigga you crazy or something? You fucking kidnapping people now!?"

He kept quiet and just stood there staring at me. Nigga wasn't even blinking then next thing I knew he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight to my face.

HOLY SHIT!

I then froze into place and stopped talking for a while before beginning to plead for my life. "Uhm...C-Chris I'm sorry nigga, please don't do anything stupid. Come on nigga its me. I'm you're fucking brother, you wouldn't shoot me...come on, just put the gun down please" I pleaded for my life as he stood there. Chris might be as tough as nails but he's also a house cat meaning I know his ass has never held a gun before because he definitely ain't no thug but that doesn't  mean I shouldn't have been scared. He's hand was shaking uncontrollably and he's whole body was drenched in sweat, you could clearly tell that this nigga was losing it. "Chris...Chris... nigga breathe, please just relax we can talk this out"

He continued to stand there quiet and to be honest you could tell that his mind wasn't all there. As I sat there contemplating how my life was close to being over we were interrupted by a loud voice from the outside.

"Christopher! This is the ATPD, we have the place surrounded please come out with your hands in the air!" Chris then snapped out of his trance and began looking around the room seemingly confused.

"Nigga look the fucking cops are here, it's over. Please just put the gun down and do as they say before they shoot you or do something else you'll regret....Chris! Nigga fucking snap-out of it and listen to me!"

"NIGGA SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR TRIFLING ASS ON THE SPOT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Nigga how is any of this my fault?"

"You started all this when you took him from me!"

"Who the fuck did I take from you?! Wait are you talking about Clay?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"CHRISTOPHER WE REPEAT! Come out with your hands up or else we will be forced to come in, you have 30 seconds."

"Nigga look just do as they say or else they'll cap your ass. Please put the gun down, your not a murder please!

"10 seconds left"

"CHRIS!!"

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Before long there was a sudden banging in the other room followed by rays of lights (blue, red and white) all flashing. We could hear the heavy footsteps (from the cops' boot) moving towards us and damn the whole situation was such a rush. It felt like a lot was happening all at once which I guess startled Chris because he pulled the trigger.

*BANG!* I felt a sharp pain pass through me then looked down to my stomach area and saw blood begin to ooze of my body. The room began to spin and everything after that is a blur. All I can remember after that is the cops aggressively forcing Chris onto his knees then rushing to untie me.

There was faint chatter in the room as I slowly began to pass out. "Call an ambulance, he's been shot..."

"Just did it's on its was but I don't think it will make it here in time. He might not make it out of this alive John"

"Help me carry him to the car real quick we'll have to take him there ourselves"

They lifted me up and carried me out of the building towards the car. "Hey, hey son hold on, I'm officer Martinez. Everything will be okay just hold on a bit longer okay?? I need you to stay with me, tell me about yourself"

*cough cough* I then forced my eyes open and made eye contact despite the intense amount of pain I was feeling. "Well... what would you like to know?" I uttered faintly

"Anything...tell me everything about yourself son"

"Well I'm 19 and, and...and I'm on the senior b-basketball team at school and..." I began to lose strength.

"No no no come on son stay with me, we're almost there hang-on just one more minute" he said as we pulled over into the Saint Albert general Hospital. The other cop who was driving then quickly ran out of the car and ran into the hospital to get help. A couple of seconds later he came back with some EMT guys who helped take me out the car and wheeled me into the building. They were assessing me in the process then we got to a room which was filled with a ton of extremely complex looking equipment, guessing it was the ER cause the doctor who was assessing me started giving out instructions immediately and uttered that they'd need to operate to remove the bullet.

Unfortunately because I spent such a long time with the bullet inside me they said they wouldn't have time to apply an anesthetic because it would take too much time for it to kick in.

I was awake through the whole process and after what felt like the longest hour of my life they'd finally gotten the bullet out of me and had me stitched up. The nurses gave me a few pain killers along with sleeping pills to help me rest. They called it a miracle cause according to them I shouldn't have survived that long with a bullet inside me. Mhm guess I'm the GOAT huh.

After sleeping for a few hours I woke up to a hospital room filled with people who'd come to see me. My parents, officer Martinez and Stephanie.

Apparently I'd been a sleep for almost half a day since the surgery so the first thing my mom did after I opened my eyes was pull me into her arms for a tight embrace. Our cheeks where so close to each other so I could feel the warmth of all her tears running down my face. This whole situation definitely scared her. "Ma'am we'll have to ask you to step back a bit just to give him time to heal or else his stitches might get undone" the nurse requested as my dad gently pulled her away from me causing me to flinch a bit as I settled back into place.

"Hi mom" we're the only words I could utter to her; after all she did almost lose her baby boy. I then looked over to my dad and saw him trembling; by the looks of it he just seemed glad to see me alive. Officer Martinez then filled me in on everything that had happened with Chris afterwards; apparently his ghetto ass tried to make a run for it but then they caught him before he could even make it out the window; and they arrested his trifling bitch ass. He's in police custody as we speak.

Honestly I'm just glad that this is all over...

2 Weeks later...

"Dre, Dre; wake up baby boy it's time for school"

"Mhm aight mom I'm awake chill..." I responded before hesitantly getting out of bed. "I'll be down in a few"

"Aight kiddo; hurry up I made pancakes and bacon" she said flashing me a warm smile then leaving me to get ready. My parents have been completely different people ever since I got discharged from the hospital a week ago. They wake me up every-single morning, we have full-breakfasts together, then they drop me off at school and pick me up afterwards. We even have dinners together like a real family unlike before where they'd just go out without me and leave me to fend for myself. It's fucking weird but I actually like it; it's good weird you know...

It took me about 10 minutes to get ready then after I grabbed my book-bag along with my walking-crutch and headed downstairs. We had breakfast then after they dropped me off at school.

Aight so Imma fill y'all in real quick, shit has been hella weird ever since Chris got arrested; basically the whole school knows that he's the whole who raped Clay and being that I was his bestie or somewhat right-hand man some people still think that I was somehow involved...fucked up right? But whatever it's cool.

The official story going around the school is that Chris and I were basically fucking on the DL; until he raped Clay because he was insecure about his sexuality or some shit like that; which I knew about it all along but chose to keep quiet instead because he was my best friend. I then eventually cracked under pressure and my jealousy drove me to snitch on Chris; and he found out and shot me me before the cops could get to him....Crazy right?

So basically everyone in school avoids me now; both guys and girls. Well except for Stephanie cause she knows the truth. She's the only person I hangout with now.

The day went by as usual; I attended a few classes, got a few nasty looks from both students and teachers; but at least no body spat on me today, that's a bonus...

I was sitting by the bleacher waiting for my dad to come pick me up like he always does when I suddenly got a text on my phone so I looked to see who it was from.

Clay: come see me ASAP.

I then locked my phone and slipped it back into my right pocket. "So I see you still avoiding him" Stephanie creeped out of nowhere; startling me in the process.

"Yoh What the fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack. Whatcha do that for?!"

"Serves you right! You've been avoiding his texts for a days now, what's up?"

"I'm just not ready okay!"

"Nigga ready for what!? He's been out for a week now and the first thing he's done ever since was beg for you to come see him"

"I'm scared okay! There I said it; I'm fucking scared. My best friend raped him and it took me a whole week to find out. A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK! How do I face him after all his been through?"

"Look I know it's hard but you need to remember that you're not the one who hurt him okay. That was all Chris!" She said trying to comfort me.

"I know that but what if he blames me? I can't live with that kind of guilt"

"He doesn't blame you for anything, trust me. He just wants to see you bruh"

"Mhm"

"Come on bruh, you need to stop beating yourself up over what happened to him. Go see him; I'll even come with you if you want me to"

"Damn Steph, I really don't know if it's the right time"

"You've been saying that. Look he needs to see you! You at least owe him that before..."

"Before?"

"Uhm, nothing; nah forget I said anything..."

"Nah spill; before what?"

"Nah it's not my place to tell you okay; that's why he specifically asked for you to come see him"

"What the fuck Steph; just fucking tell me!" I snapped.

"Okay okay relax!" She uttered calming me down. "Clay's moving Dre; he's leaving town in a few days. That's why he's been asking to see you; he wanted to tell you in person but then you wouldn't reply to his texts so he called me instead and told me everything in hopes that I'd convince you to come see him.

"You can't be serious, what do you mean he's leaving town! Please tell me you're joking" I said getting upset again.

"Dude please relax..."

"When is he leaving?"

"Saturday"

"Saturday? As in this Saturday?"

"Yeah..."

"Girl what the fuck that's tomorrow!"

"Yeah he's leaving tomorrow morning..."

"Fuck nah; this has to be a joke...nah you can't be serious" I started getting all worked up and my emotions were all over the place.

"Relax Dre you can't get all worked up or else you might hurt yourself. There's still time for you to go see him now" she said doing he best to calm me down once more.

"Okay okay I'm calm, let's go see him. I'll text my dad not to pick me up"

"Aight cool; well take my car"

We then grabbed my stuff quickly and made our way to her car then drove off to his place. It took us a good 10-20 minutes to get there. Stephanie is a slow driver...

We then parked outside Clay's driveway and sat there for a good 3 minutes as I contemplated whether I should get out the car or not. "Come on Dre we have to go inside. You can't stay out here forever"

"Damn I know, I know" I said hesitantly reaching for the door handle then stepped out of the car.

As soon as we got to the front door; someone grabbed it wide open from the inside before I even had time to knock; and attacked me"

"What the fuck are you doing here!" The person tackled me to the ground and raised his fist aiming for my face. It was Michael.

"Michael what the fuck! Stop! Relax okay; you promised you wouldn't do this..." Arnia then ran out the house after him. "Get off him" both Arnia and Stephanie worked together to get him off. "Michael stopped!" They kept tugging as a resisted.

He eventually chose to release me after he saw Clay wheel himself outside. "Michael stop; I asked him to come!" Clay explained.

He's in a wheelchair...

I then got up and cautiously stood there trembling in fear as we both stared at each other; Clay and I.

"You ain't gonna say nothing?" Clay chose to break the silence.

"Come on let's give them some space" Arnia suggested; pulling Michael into the house and Stephanie followed from behind.

You could tell by the look on Michael's face that he was extremely confused. I was the last person he'd been expecting to see here and the fact that Clay was the one who asked me to come only made things worse. Stephanie offered to explain everything to him and Arnia though...

"Guess the cats out of the bag huh" Clay joked to break the tension...

"Cat?"

"About you and I. That's if there was ever even a you and I..."

"Oh, yeah...you and I" I said taking a seat by the step of his front porch. "I heard you're moving" I uttered trying play off what he'd just said.

"Yeah I am; tomorrow..."

"That sucks; just as things were getting really good huh"

"Yeah hey; it's been a fucking rollercoaster. I'm in a wheelchair and you're crippled" he jokingly smirked at me. He's always been good at ending humor to even the worst circumstances. He never lets anything bump him out.

"I'm really sorry Clay...I so sorry I let all this happen to you" I broke down into tears...

"Don't be sorry dude; you didn't do anything" he said reaching out to comfort me from his chair. "You didn't do anything wrong and don't let anyone tell you otherwise okay!"

I then tried my best to wipe my tears before looking up into his eyes. "I'm really sorry Clay; I'm so, so sorry..."

"I'm okay Dre; I swear I'm fine..."

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The End

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