What Would You Do For Love

Murder Was The Case

For the past three weeks, Kia has been so sad. I understand her granny died, and they forced her to move back in with her auntie and uncle.

I had seen the unthinkable, unable to react at the moment. Now, I understood her melancholy mood. My mind raced a million miles an hour, tossing and turning.

Something clicked inside me that night, like turning on a light switch. I went from always being afraid of who might burst into my basement room.

The Police, the Landlord, a Jacker, or a Dope Fiend. Such is the life of a 14-year-old trapped inside a Trap House.

After seeing what he was doing to Kia, my fear transformed into rage. Never again was I afraid of any nigga breathing. I speak to my reflection in the third person.

“I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.”

I possess the tools to kill a grown man. As a 6 foot 3, 180-pound man child. Even as a teenager, I’m the hope of our small town to lead our basketball team to a State Championship.

However, tonight, my mind fills with revenge, a murderous rage that a killing can only satisfy. Basketball and a State Championship be damned.

I enter through the always unlocked back door to Charles’s apartment. I find Kia at the kitchen…