We were all in an old abandoned warehouse across town, I sat on top of a table, my leg shook rapidly. My finger sat on the trigger of my pistol as I stared at these two motherfuckas.

My father and my brother.

My mind was all over the place and I felt like I was about to have a psychotic break. How could they do this shit? I was generous, I spared their lives but no.

I forgot you can't play fair when it comes to these two bitch ass niggas. I expected one of them to do this but BOTH?! Nah.

"Y'all must feel really good about what y'all did huh?" I asked while picking at the peeling wood on the table.

"Somebody had to feel my pain." My dad said.

"Your pain? What pain?"

"You thought that little meeting of yours was sweet. You want to be a boss and think that you're going to scare me by telling me what the Fuck to do. It don't work like that son."

"So What made you want to be involved in this Dave?" I asked.

"You needed to be taught a lesson. Lesson learned huh?" He answered.

I let out a small laugh. "So y'all wait until my gender reveal, to pull some shit like this? I just proposed to my girl, everybody all happy. So many innocent lives around. If y'all wanted to make an example out of me, why not just come after like any real nigga would?"

"Too easy. We wanted to make you lose everything around you first then take you out."

"Huh? What was I going to lose?"

"Aubree's brother got killed right? I'm sure she's pissed and wants nothing to do with you." My dad said.

Laughing again, I took the blunt from Hoody and hit it then passed it back. "The way she fucked me before I got here, I think we good." I said while nodding. "But my thing is this. Y'all was being so fucking reckless, just shooting anywhere. Not only did y'all kill an innocent kid that ain't never did shit to nobody and had his whole life ahead of him, those bullets could've hit my daughter, my mother, my fiancé, my grandmother, Ariel. I guess y'all showed me who the real savage is huh?"

"Who you think you got it from?" My dad asked.

I looked at him and smiled. "Not you." Lifting my gun, I shot him right in his stomach. "We're going to play a little game gentlemen." I climbed off the table. "It's called Who Will Die First." I walked up to Dave and shot him in his stomach. "Alright, So I'm thinking of a number, from 1-10. Whoever gets closest to the number I'm thinking or is spot on, lives longer."

"Fuck you." Dave said while spitting blood at me getting it on my shirt.

"Damn Dave, this is was expensive." I looked down at the splatter. "That wasnt the answer I was looking for though, so." I placed the gun to his head. "Your daughter will never see her father again because you're so stupid. Next lifetime, choose your enemies wiser." Pulling the trigger his head tossed back.

Grabbing my dad's face, I shoved my gun down his throat. "I GAVE YOU CHANCE AFTER FUCKING CHANCE AND YOU STILL DO STUPID SHIT! YOU KILLED MY FIANCES BROTHER! I SPARED YO LIFE BEFORE AND YOU AINT APPRECIATE THAT! ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU CONSTANTLY UNDERESTIMATE ME!" I yelled. "Well now I gotta make sure you never second guess me or anybody else. See you in hell bitch!" I pulled the trigger and the back of his brains splatter on the floor and chair.

Stepping back I breathed heavily, staring at my dead brother and father.

"FUCCCCK!" I yelled.

I'm not about to sit up here and pretend like that shit didn't just hurt me. How am I going to explain this to my mom? And I'm nervous that she's not going to understand why I did this and think that I only did this to please Aubree.

"I got to get out of here." I told Hoody. "Clean this shit up."

"Chrez, you need to change bro."

I waved my hand at him and rushed out the building. Once I got in my car, I exhaled and ran my hands over my face.

It took me a minute to process everything, I'm really about to go crazy.

Once I finally pulled off, I made my way to Aubree's. When I got inside, I went up to her room. She laid in bed fast asleep. I kneeled beside the bed and just looked at her. Tears rolled down my face as I reached over and touched her to stomach.

"I promise you son, I'll never put you in any crazy situation. I promise man."

Aubree's eyes fluttered open and she looked down at me. "Baby." She sat up. "Are you okay?!"

I stood on my feet. She saw the blood all over me. Her eyes grew as she jumped out of bed and rushed over to me. She checked my body for scars then went into the bathroom. Then came back with a pair of scissors and started to cut the shirt off. "Take off your pants."

Exhaling, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down then handed them to her.

She started cutting those too until everything was in pieces. Walking over to the fireplace in her room, she cut it on and waited for the flames to grow. Once they did she tossed everything in. Then she came back to me and pulled me into the bathroom and cut on the shower.

I leaned against the counter then pulled her to me.

"Baby." She called.

My eyes fluttered down to her. "It was my pops and my brother." I admitted with more tears falling.

Closing her eyes she inhaled while leaning her head back.

"I killed them both." I continued. "Why couldn't they just take my peace offering baby? I just had to kill my own brother and my own father. My mom is going to hate me, I know she is."

"Baby we gotta get you cleaned up. You need some rest, okay."

Shaking my head I stood up straight and took off my briefs then went and got in the shower. Aubree didn't leave me, she sat up on the counter. I glanced over at her through the glass and she was constantly wiping her face.

I feel horrible man.

After spending almost 30 minutes in there, I finally got out. Once I got dressed, Aubree cleaned my finger nails and my hands. Can't risk any gun residue.

This woman is a true ride or die and that's exactly why she got this ring on her finger.

We finally laid down. Aubree kissed my lips while rubbing my face. "I love you." She told me.

"I love you too."

We kissed again then she laid on my chest.

I felt myself finally getting tired so I closed my eyes but as soon as I drifted off to sleep, I saw my dad and my brother.

Man this shit is going to mess me up!

Two Days Later

I sat down on the couch in my living room, after packing up a lot of the small things. Chris and I would be moving shortly after Maine's service. I'm beyond ready.

Speaking of Chris he hasn't left my room and two days. He won't eat, he won't sleep. And I feel like this is all my fault.

Reaching on the table, I picked up the box that sat on it and took the top off. Inside we're Maine's obituaries. I ran my thumb over his face. Man I miss my brother! I honestly thought his killer dying would bring me some kind of closure but no. And that's why I feel horrible about all of this. I forced Chris to do something so stupid.

My doorbell rung, bringing me out of my thoughts. Climbing off the couch, I went and opened the door. It was Chris's mom.

"Hi sweetie." She said while walking in. She seemed antsy.

"Hey, everything okay?"

"Dave's girlfriend called looking for him, she said he was supposed to fly back home a couple days ago but never made it. Is Chris here? I wanted to know if he talked to him."

Oh boy.

"Uuuh, yeah. He's upstairs. Let me go get him." I quickly hurried up the stairs and went into the room. He was stretched across the bed watching TV. "Baby."

"Hm?"

"Your mom is downstairs and she wants to talk to you about Dave."

His eyes quickly shifted to mine. "What about him?"

"His girlfriend is looking for him, he was supposed to be back in New York but......" My eyes fluttered back down to my feet.

Chris groaned while sitting up. "Fuck man."

"Baby just say you haven't seen him."

"I can't have my momma panicking, I gotta let her know."

Biting down on my lip, I nodded. We headed downstairs to the living room. "Hey ma." He greeted her with a hug.

"Hey baby, have you seen your brother?"

"Uh, yeah. I saw him a couple days ago."

"Good so he's okay."

"Ma we gotta talk.....it's important."

"Now I'm worried." She said while stepping back from him. "What's going on?"

"You want to sit down?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Chris leaned on the back of my couch and exhaled. "Ma, Dave and Dad killed Aubree's brother."

"What?!"

"I saw both of them clear as day on my security cameras. Dad drove, Dave was the shooter."

"Bu.....but....but.....so why does that mean?!"

"Their gone Ma."

"GONE?! What the hell do you mean gone?!"

Stress quickly fell over Chris's face. "I killed them."

When I looked at him, it looked like the soul had left his eyes. That just broke my heart even more.

"WHY CHRISTOPHER?! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"Because they killed her brother, they didn't even have a specific target, they were just shooting, you could've got killed, Royalty could've got killed, then what?!"

"Chris killing somebody isn't going to fix anything!" She screamed in his face.

"To you it might not."

"It didn't fix anything for you, I can see it in your fucking face! You look stressed the hell out!"

"Because I knew you'd react like this! Those motherfuckas didn't give a fuck about us!" Chris screamed back. "They never did nothing but stress us out, now they gone and I could careless."

"I will never forgive you for this! You killed my son!"

"You say that like I'm not your son."

"As of today you aren't."

"Joyce no, please don't do that." I interfered. "This is all my fault! I told him to kill whoever did this to my brother and he did thinking it would help me feel better. So please don't be mad at him, be mad at me."

"The BOTH of you can go to hell then. Chris you're so far up her ass you would go and do some stupid shit like this! You better be glad I'm not as cold hearted because I would turn you in for this nonsense. You swore you weren't like your father but you're just like him. Evil as hell." After that she walked out slamming the door.

Chris waved his hand at the door. "Man fuck her. I don't need her she need me." He said but with tears getting ready to fall.

"Chris don't say that."

"Naw man."

"Baby." I tried grabbing his arm but he snatched away.

"Don't fucking touch me right now! I did her ungrateful ass a favor and she wants to talk about I'm not her son no more man fuck her. I'm glad they dead and if she don't need me good riddance. She gone need me before I need her and that's fucking facts! Fuck everybody at this point."

"Baby don't be like that! Look this is all my fault. Just be mad at me."

"It is your fault, you right. I'd do anything to please you and you fucking know that. Now my mom hates me! So you can leave me the Fuck alone right along with everybody else."

I didn't say anything, just cried as I watched him walk up the stairs. He eventually returned dressed. He walked out slamming the door so hard the mirror next to it shattered.

What did I do?