Bonus Chapter - The Beginning

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One more thing about Beyond The Lights – Did y’all notice that played Numb in the movie? Crazy right!

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And as y’all see I have been trying to prolong this story for the longest I can. The next two chapters will be bonus chapters from both Aug and Amb’s P.O.V.

 

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“Get out the fuckin’ car.”

“You want to get out?” Turk, a Rick Ross-esque looking dude adjusted his mirror in the front seat to look at me in the back seat.

I swallowed hard, running my fingers lightly over the gat in my lap, hoping the figure outside the window would disappear.

“Nah man, I’m good.” I locked eyes with the figure outside the window, then shamefully stared back down at the gun in my lap. Turk had gave me a mission that the figure outside failed to do and I had to make up for it.  

Turk rolled down the window.

“My man said he’s good.” He exhaled a wad of blunt smoke that filled the entire Cadillac.

 “August get yo ass out the car.” I jumped as the figure outside kicked my door noticeably hard.  

“Yo monkey ass got one more time to kick my ride.” Turk warned the figure outside.

I motioned with my eyes for him to go away, but he stood there looking at me. Burning a hole in the front of my face, with his deathful stare.

With all his force and might, he kicked the car yet again on my side, almost sending the car leaning on its side.

Turk jumped out the car.

“Turk.” I called out in a panic, trying to diffuse the conflict I could see brewing beneath the surface.

He looked back at me. He went over to the side of my car, where the figure outside had kicked in and softly sweeped his hand over the now dented metal.

“You got money to pay for this?” He said looking at me through the glass, but intended for his words to go to the figure outside.

 “I’m not paying for shit.” The figure outside squared up against Turk. He was smaller in stature but his heart and courage made up for his height.

“Oh you gon pay. Either in blood or money, you gon pay.” He blew smoke in the face of the figure outside and threw the now pill sized blunt on the ground and stomped it with his right foot.

The figure outside coughed a nasty cough, one reminiscent of you having a cold and guck and snot being lodge in the back of one’s throat,  and spit on Turk.

Turk looked at him before standing all the way up and reared back his arm and packed a punch reminiscent of Ali.

It connected with the figure outside, immediately sending him toppling to the ground.

I got out and that’s when Turk pulled his gun out his pocket and pointed it at the figure on the ground.

“If you gon shoot me do it? But you leave Yung alone. This shit between me and you, keep him out of it.” He spit the blood that was foaming from his mouth out on the concrete he was sitting on.

“Yung get back in the car.” The figure on the ground warned me.

“Nah let him stay. So he can see what happens to bitch made niggas like you.”

“Yung you heard what I said.”

I looked at both of them, trying to determine whose words had more weight.

Turk cocked his gun holding it close to the figure on the ground’s head. The figure on the ground stared at me.

I pulled out the gun that I had and pointed it at Turk. My chest violently bouncing up and down with nervousness. My hands shaking but still holding on tightly to the cold metal.

“Pull it.” The figure on the ground said and I did. Turk immediately fell to the ground.

I stood the gun in my hands still pointed at Turk’s now fallen body, my hands shaking reminiscent of someone with MS. Tears streaming down my eyes.

“Give me this.” The figure stood up and snatched the gun from me. He grabbed me by the collar and banged me violently against the car.

“You stay out of this street shit do you hear me?”

I didn’t respond.

“Do you hear me?” He coiled his hands around my neck. I scratched at his hands struggling to breathe.

“Answer me.”

I shook my head yes and he let me go. I rubbed my neck, trying to soothe the burning.

He held his fingers in my chest, pounding in it with his index finger with each word.

“You make your money the right way. This shit ain’t worth it. Niggas getting this fast money, still gon be broke. Look at me.”

He grabbed my face and turned it to him. “You got a chance Yung. None of  these niggas do, but you got a chance. You got the brain to do something great with your life.  The brain to make money that’s gon last. Not this here today gon tomorrow shit. You hear me.”

“Yeah.” I said crying.

“Stop all that crying shit. You a man. We don’t do that. You think some woman gon want some man always crying and shit.” He pushed me.

I wiped my wet face, and snot that was dripping down my nose.

“Look at me.”

I looked at him.

“You need two things a career and a good woman, cause Young all this material shit gon fade. But when you find a woman that’s down for you. Somebody that’ll be there whether a nigga on the bus or limo, you keep her. She the one gon be there when the smoke clear and it’s nothing left but you. You hear me.”

“Yeah.” I said trying to show him, I was tough. Making sure no tears remained.

“Make sure she a bad bitch too aight?” He smirked.

I shook my head and dapped him, smiling.

The figure straightened my shirt and grabbed me into a tight embrace, almost suffocating me.

“You go up there to Emory and you don’t bring your ass back to this shithole until you a fucking Dentist. Now take your black ass home.” He kissed me on my cheek and roughly let me go, pushing me toward where we lived.

I walked shamefully home, letting his words sink in. But before I made it around the block, I got a quick glimpse of him on the ground with his head in his arms up against Turk’s car.

He was doing the very thing he told me not to do. I had never seen him cry in my life. But I knew on that ground he was crying because he couldn’t protect me anymore, things were getting to hot.

I sat home all night waiting for him to come home and he never came.

My mother got a call early that morning while darkness still kissed the sky. And from her screams, the worst had been confirmed. My brother Mel was gone. 

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