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Black Love/Murder/First Time
First Kill
Never Scared
A Trap House is a dwelling in the hood where illegal activities take place. As a 14-year-old trapped in a Trap House, there was always something to be afraid of.
The police, landlord, dope fiend, or Jehovah's Witnesses. They all scared the bejesus out of me. However, the night I saw my girlfriend’s stepdad sexually assault her. All my fears transformed into rage.
It would be the last night I ever remember being scared. Never again was I afraid of any humanoid breathing. I speak to my reflection in the mirror after I ran away from the scene.
“I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.”
I possess the tools to kill a grown man. As a 6 foot 3, 180-pound man child and even though a teenager I possess the physical strength to kill a motherless fuck.
Tonight my mind fills with revenge for Kia and a murderous rage that only a killing can satisfy. I enter through the always unlocked back door to Charles’s apartment.
I find Kia at the kitchen table nursing her busted lip and weeping. When our eyes meet I give her the “Sh” sign. The fear in her eyes causes tears to fill mine.
I hold the handgun I took from my uncle's bedroom drawer. Coming to ghost the ghoul that is no…
