7 MINUTES A HOOD TRAGEDY

7 MINUTES [A HOOD TRAGEDY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAD STORY...

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 The shots explode in the hallway as he shoots the locks off the door to the apartment. He smells the acrid smoke of the powder as he kicks the door in. " I told this motherfucker i needs all my money." he thinks as he moves into the small entryway and leans against the wall. Him and Scoob been friends a long time. Done drank together...smoked together...fucked hoes together. That was before he found out he was holding out on him. This shit was personal now.
That was why he hadnt sent anyone else to handle it.
He peeks around the corner. The T.V. blares in the background. A commercial about the next Maury Povitch show plays on the screen...more people being disappointed. He leans around the corner of the wall and pops off a shot at the T.V. and it blows up in a hail of smoke and glass. All of a sudden the wall next to him throws off some plaster and paint chips. He hears the shot almost at the same time.
 "Nigga I told you I was gonna pay you!"
"Its a little late for that shit Scoob!" He shouts as he tries to determine if the voice is coming from behind the couch or the love seat.
"Man I thought we was boys!" Scoob yells and he pinpoints the voice.
The loveseat.
He squeezes off two more shots from the 45 and he hears Scoob screaming in fear as the cushions of the chair throw particles into the air.
All of sudden he sees movement in the mirror across from him and he spins towards the other hallway as Scoobs woman runs out with a shotgun. She shoots as she runs and the shot is wide but wide with a shotgun is good in some instances. This is not one of them though and all she manages to do is spray him with glass from the shattered mirror...more plaster rains on him . He shoots her square in the chest and the impact of the bullet lifts her off her feet and throws her back. She is wearing panties and nothing else and it looks kind of erotic as she slams into the wall and sinks down. The blood looks like red paint and blends with the painting above her head as she sits with her legs splayed.He hears Scoob call her name and he comes out from behind the loveseat blazing fire from the barrel of his gun. He sees the flashes as Scoob shoots wildly at him. 4 shots. All wild.
He pumps two shots into Scoob and Scoob spins and hits the floor. He walks over to Scoob and kicks the gun from his fingers as he is dying.
" I told yo dumb ass to take them weapons classes." he says as he pumps a bullet into his brain.
He then loads a fresh magazine into the pistol.
He quickly moves into the room where the woman came from and looks under the bed...in the drawers of the dresser as he hurls them to the floor.
"Ahh there it is" he thinks as he pulls out a bottom drawer and see the cocaine and blocks of weed on the floor under the dresser. He  rips the backpack off of his back and stuffs the dope inside.
"Where the fuck is the money?"
His mind races as he looks around the room.
FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!!!
He opens the chest at the end of the bed and throws the blankets and shit to the floor before he sees the metal box at the bottom he shoots it and the cheap lock gives way. He opens it and stuffs the stacks of money into the backpack on top of the dope.
He leaves the room quickly. Even though this is a part of town where motherfuckers are used to the sound of gushots he knows that someone has called the police by now.
As he steps into the living room he is suprised to see Scoobs son kneeling on the floor by his mothers body. The boy is holding the gun that he kicked away from Scoobs hand. He is only about 10 and and kind of small but he holds the gun like he knows what he is doing.
"What the fuck?"
The boy pulls the trigger and the bullet rips into Turks neck and takes everything in it with it when it exits.
Sirens sound in the distance as the boy drops the gun and picks up his mothers head and run his fingers through her hair.
The hot tears from his eyes fall onto her cooling face.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY