Treasure's Pain

PROLOGUE It was dark outside, but it was beautiful, especially with half of the moon illuminating the night. It was the setting for lovers…two lovers to be exact. “Who is this?” Pain nodded his head to the astonishing voice coming through the speakers of his black on black ’87 Cutlass Supreme with the original rims and tires. The loud music had that nigga’s trunk rattling. “Me.” Treasure gave him a smirk. “Nah, seriously... Who is this?” he smiled. “Me. I’m dead ass serious.” “For real?” His eyebrows lifted in surprise, listening to one of the many unreleased songs that she had recorded. “Uh huh.” She nodded rapidly, smiling now. “Damnnnnnn.” He looked back and forth between her and the stereo broadcasting her song. “Lil’ mama, you can go. I’m impressed. I mean, I knew that you can sing, but not like this. This s**t go.” He referred to the song, jabbing his finger at the stereo. She went to stop the music, but he playfully smacked her hand down, frowning. “f**k you doing?” “I’m finna let you finish listening to what you were listening to beforehand.” “Nah, nah, we banging this ‘til we see the crib.” He cranked up the volume on his stereo. Treasure threw her head back, laughing, and then she settled back in to the seat. Smiling, she interlocked her fingers with his and rode along, listening to the song that she recorded. Her eyes brought her back to Pain, and she swiftly pecked him on the cheek, bringing a smile to his face. They both nodded to her song, speeding through the streets. The city shown on his windshield and on the front passenger side window. Pain turned the music down, looking from his windshield to Treasure as he got closer to his house. “I’ma just run in here and get this CD of this song I recorded. I’ll be right back. Cool?” He looked to her. She nodded yes. Pain pulled up across the street from his crib and killed the engine of his Cutlass. Having pulled the key out of the ignition, he opened the driver side door and stepped out into the street. He began whistling when he shut the door. It wasn’t until he turned around that he found the shadows moving on the opposite side of the cars aligning his dimly lit block. He abruptly stopped whistling, and his brows wrinkled, wondering what the f**k it was that he was seeing. An alarm went off inside of his head, and he whipped around to get his gun which he had forgotten underneath the driver seat. That’s when something bit him in the back of his leg, causing his face to ball up. Pain grabbed the back of his leg and blood oozed from between his fingers, licking them wet. Turning around, he saw the hooded gunman pointing his banger at him. His eyelids snapped open, and he hobbled to the right, narrowly missing the bullet that shattered the driver side window. Broken glass spilled and rained down onto the street, littering it. Still holding the back of his leg, he hobbled along as fast as he could. He heard hurried footsteps that belonged to the gunman. He was moving all around him, taking shots. Some hit and some missed, but in the end, he was left bleeding and feeling light headed. Pain leaned down behind a car after taking one in the shoulder and his side. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to the ground and saw his blood pelting the surface. He felt like he was about to faint, so he had to get away before the nigga that was hunting him could put an end to his s**t. Right when he went to move, he felt something hot whizz through his calf. He howled in agony and fell on his stomach. He tried to push up off the surface, but something else hot entered his thigh. He grimaced and looked to where the shots had come from through narrowed eyelids. That’s when he saw the hooded gunman pick himself up from the asphalt and run around the car, sneakers looking like flashes in the night. Seeing this made his heart pummel his chest bone. His adrenaline was pumping and the blood was rushing through his veins, fear shown in his eyes. He crawled away as fast as he could, but hearing the gunman on his ass, he knew that it was all over. He stopped where he was and looked up to see his predator’s shadow eclipsing him on the ground. Two kicks to his side signaled for Pain to turn over on his back, and he did, wincing. He found himself staring up into the darkness beneath the hood. The hooded gunman snatched a rope chain with the continent of Africa on it from around his neck and stuffed it inside of the pocket of his hoodie. Afterwards, he took the time to observe his handiwork and lifted his gun, his glove finger curling around the trigger. “f**k away from my man!” a feminine voice ripped through the night’s air. Poc! “Arrrrrrr!” The hooded stranger propelled backwards, stumbling and falling on his back. He dropped his gun and it went spinning around in circles across the sidewalk, stopping at the edge of the curb. The weapon teetered like a see-saw. He scrambled to his feet, looking for his banger. He went to snatch it up with bullets flying all around him. Poc! “b***h ass nigga!” Poc! “I’ma kill yo’ mothafucking ass out here!” Poc! An angry Treasure approached the gunman with Pain’s .45 automatic handgun, letting off shot after shot. “Ugh!” the hooded shooter clenched his jaws tightly, feeling the impact of a second bullet. His hand was within an inch of picking up his burner when he felt something slam into his Kevlar bulletproof vest. He ran across the street, holding his chest and glancing over his shoulder, but that didn’t stop Treasure’s ass from taking shots at him, shattering the back window of parked cars and narrowly missing him. Treasure lowered her ratchet to her waistline and looked on as the gunman retreated. Once he was swallowed up by the darkness, she turned around to Pain. His face was twisted up in pain. He was bleeding from everywhere, kicking his right leg in agony. “Oh my God.” Treasure dropped the .45 automatic and it hit the sidewalk. She sat on the ground and pulled her man into her lap, resting his head against her bosom. His eyelids were narrowed, and blood ran from the corners of his mouth, his head bobbling about. “Stay awake, baby! Whatever you do, don’t close your eyes. Keep them open,” she said, looking down over his head, studying all of the holes in him. Her head shot up, and she looked around frantically, but there wasn’t anyone in sight. Tears came running from her eyes and down her cheeks. “Somebody help me! Help me, pleeeease!” Treasure’s voice echoed throughout the night. TREASURE’S PAIN A Novel by Tranay Adams