lt all happened so fast. One minute they're walking, laughing, smiling and then the next…
It all happened so fast.
He dropped, landing on the pavement of the sidewalk, as she watched, confused. Her eyes widen as she saw the blood that was quickly spreading on his shirt, right where his ribs were, and a car was speeding off. He had been shot.
She dropped to her knees, a scream being ripped from her throat as she grabs his head, cradling it. She hastily put his face to her ear, tears falling from her eyes, to check if he was breathing. She could barely hear anything, but felt quick, shallow breaths touch her ear. She almost sighed in relief at the sound, and reached in his pocket for his phone, muttering soothing words to him, trying to calm both him and her. He felt so cold, and he was sweating so much.
She shakily dialed 911, her eyes making everything blurry. She tried so hard to talk to the dispatcher, but her sobs made everything hard, and the deep breaths she could barely take made things worse. She looked down at him, at his frantic looking eyes and cried even harder. She didn't know what to do. It was worse when he suddenly coughed, blood going everywhere and drops landing on her face, making her close her eyes tightly and bite her lip to keep from screaming once more.
She was near hysterics as they loaded him on a stretcher, and someone asked her if she wanted to ride with them. She nods, unable to speak and walks in, grabbing his hand tightly. He could barely respond.
She couldn't stop crying when the frantic words of the medical personnel with them spoke, moving her out of the way to help him.
He died during that car ride.
Seeing her mother's wide, anguish filled eyes killed her. She felt numb as they pulled the white sheet over his head, and couldn't tear her eyes away from his form, even when they noticed she could see it and wheeled the body away. She felt numb.
Her older brother was dead.
That bullet pierced his lung. She was numb all over, up until his funeral. She stood there in her black dress, her and her mother's faces covered by black veils. She turned slightly to the side, tears falling from her face as her mother cried into the arms of her step-father, his father.
She closes her eyes, and lowers her head as her mother cries and gets up, exiting the room. She couldn't take it. She couldn't even look at his casket. She looks up and catches eye of her brother's 'friend', the same one who put her brother in all of this.
How dare he come to her brother's funeral with his brother? A funeral that never should have happened. A funeral that never would have happened if her brother had never met him. She watches, her eyes narrowed as he walked over to her, a sad expression on his face.
"Don't want to be in there either?" He asks, leaning against the wall next to her, his brother standing at a respective distance from the two.
"How dare you." She says, her voice harsh. "This is your fault! I told him- I warned Lamar to stay away from you and now look!" She was so angry. "You and your horrible lifestyle put him in there! In a casket!" She wanted to hit him. She wanted him to feel the same pain she felt since Lamar passed. She wanted him to pay.
"I'm sorry." He says, his voice quiet. She looked at him in surprise.
"W-what?"
"I am sorry." He repeats, and she frowns. That wasn't what she expected. When she met him, he made it 100 percent clear that he never apologized. It wasn't in his vocabulary, he would say, and yet here he was. "I am so sorry." He says, his voice slightly cracking.
She looks down, tears pricking her eyes, feeling drained. She wasn't angry anymore. She was numb, just like before. "I-I'm sorry." She whispers. "It isn't your fault."
He watches as tears fill her eyes and steps forward, taking her into his arms. She looks up at him, tears falling from her face, her eyes wide. He gives her a sad look and she clutches the front of his dress shirt, placing her head in his chest and cries. She was hurt. The pain from this, watching her brother die, knowing that he wasn't coming back, hurt her so badly.
"I-I saw it Riley!" She cries. "I was there." His eyes widen and he turns to look at his brother, frowning slightly. He pulls her away and wipes her tears away.
"Who was it? Did you see who it was?" He asks, and she blinks, confused. She lifts a hand up and wipes her face more.
Did she see who it was? That was a good question. "U-uh-"
"Did you see what car? Or color? Anything. Please."
Her mouth opens slightly and she nods. Thank God for Lamar's love for cars and need to share his knowledge with her. "Y-yeah it was a 2002 black Ford Focus, uhm… I think I saw someone wearing red, b-but…" She stutters, trying to gain her breath.
"Nah. Nah, that's all you need to tell me." He says, letting go of her. "Thank you." He says, and turns to his brother. "I think we know who fucked him over." He mutters, and his brother nods.
"W-wait, if you guys know, tell me! We'll tell the police and-"
"Harmony." Riley says, silencing her. "The police can't help Lamar. You knew what he did. Even if they knew who it was, once they see his record, it's done." Harmony looks at him, and gives him a hesitant and reluctant nod.
"I-I understand." She says quietly and looks over to the door where her friends and family members were. Where Lamar's body was. She could see the casket from the window the door had, and she thanks her mother for making it a closed casket funeral. Her mother didn't want to see her only son's dead body. Harmony was glad it was closed. She's sees his bleeding body everytime she closed her eyes. "But if you are going to hunt them down… I want to be apart of it. I want them in a casket, just like how they wanted my brother."
Riley looks at his brother, who shrugged and then back to Harmony. "Are you sure?" He asks, and she nods.
"You don't understand! I want-"
"Trust us Harmony." Riley's brother says, taking a step forward. "If I was there while Riley got shot, I'd want blood too. We understand one hundred percent. But you'll need to be prepared. If you want to do this, you have to be prepared for anything that might happen."
Harmony nods, her eyes filled with anger. Riley shakes his head as his brother shrugs once more. "Huey, I don't think-"
"As long as we train her, she'll be fine." Huey says, looking at Harmony. "She'll also need the tattoo, but that can wait."
"T-tattoo? What-"
"You want blood right?" Riley asks, crossing his arms. She nods, uncertainty in her eyes, but the anger was still there. "Alright then. Whatever happens, just know, you want blood from these niggas."