Tyree
I paced outside the package store with my cap on my head and my hands in my pockets, debating if I wanted to go in there for the second time today to grab some more liquor.
Lately, it’s been the only thing that helps me get through the days.
I fucked up. Majorly. Roc was at my head, which meant I couldn’t go home.
At least not ’til I figure out how to make shit right.
Trayvon was right. I couldn’t do this shit on my own.
I don’t know what made me think that I could.
Being in the game so long, fucked me up mentally.
It took over my life and got me addicted to some shit that I never thought I’d be taking.
Cocaine is ruining my life, and I’m to the point that I don’t know what to do about it no more.
This guy exited the package store with a brown paper bag and I caught the door before it shut behind him. Entering the store, I headed over to the Crown and picked up a bottle. If Roc didn’t catch up to me, this liquor damn sure is.
Placing the bottle on the counter, I glanced over my shoulder. For days, I’ve been feeling like somebody has been watching me but every time I looked, no one was there. I’m not sure if it’s the cocaine in my system or what.
The last bit of cocaine that I had was running low.
Once that’s gone, I’m not sure what I’m gon’ do.
I owe Roc ten thousand dollars. Don’t have anyone to get that type of money from.
Normally, Wren was the person that I ran to, but she didn’t have that type of money saved up.
Now that she was fucking with Maniac, I don’t know if she’ll tell him my business or what. I ain’t got time for all that.
After paying for the liquor, I left out the building and hopped into my truck. For my safety, I’ve been staying at a motel just outside of Montgomery’s city limits. It was nowhere near my house and I had enough distance to try and figure out what I’m gon’ do next.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, I parked my truck on the opposite side from my hotel room. It was the smartest thing to do just in case someone found me. They’d have to search every single room ’til they found out where I was. I’d have a running head start.
Grabbing my bottle, I hopped from the truck and scanned the parking lot before trekking to my room door. I swiped my key, entered the room and locked every single lock on the door, including the chain.
Removing my cap, I pulled my pullover over my head and tossed it onto the bed before flopping on it. Sighing, I removed the bottle from the bag and turned it up. My stomach grumbled, but I ain’t have shit in here to eat. I wish I would’ve thought about that before I came here.
I drowned out the noise of my stomach with more liquor.
Boom!
The door flew in off the hinges, and I jumped from the bed. Some muscular guy entered the room with Roc directly behind him. “You really thought that I wasn’t gon’ find yo’ ass?” Roc questioned me and then turned his attention to the guy who came with him. “Get his ass,” he instructed.
“I ain’t going out without a fight,” I warned before the nigga approached me. My fists lifted in the air. I swung on the nigga and spun my entire body around. My face smacked the end table and everything went black.