Before I begin, I must apoliogize for the word used in this chapter. That word is Nigga. To those of you who are offended by this, I must first say I am black so I feel that I can use this word, second I am not racist in anyway. I accept people who for they are and not by race, sex, religion ect. Agian I must say sorry.
Kyle found himself shivering and his teeth chattering as he walked down the sidewalk, At night it would get dreadfully cold. He held onto his sides to keep warmth but he soon found out it didn't help. Just then a cars headlight blinded his eyes, He put his hand up to block it a bit and then heard the voice, "Gimme yo' fuckin' money or your dead!" A pistol came out the card window, Kyle tried his best not to shit his pants. The driver then started to laugh and quite hard, the headlights shut off and it was none other than his cousin. Without hesitation Kyle went into the car to get toasty, He was lucky as the car had the heat on. After a minute of 3 he stopped laughing, "Yo man, What is your ass doin' out here?" "Ill explain later...Can I stay by your place for a week or two" "Hell no bitch! Its my house, I have enough troubles taking care of my fuckin' dog!" Kyle sighed "Aiyo, I'm just fuckin' with you man" Kyle rolled his eyes, "So, What are you doing here at this time?" Kyle asked "I'm a hustler" Kyle was white so he didn't know what he was saying "I sell drugs for a living, Dumbass" Kyle nodded. Just then Kyle just missed whiplash due to Rodney's sudden movement, Rodney then grinned and said "Seatbelt" Kyle did so.
Not to far away from downtown they stopped infront Rodneys home. Rodney got out first and Kyle followed, As soon as Rodney opened his door Kyle's jaw dropped. He wasan't lying when he said he was a hustler, Kyle assumed nothing in the home was older than 1 Year. Rodney took off his shoes and sat on the couch, Infront of the HD TV. Kyle took his shoes off and took a seat on the couch for a while to watch the television. Soon after looking at the telly for such a long time he went to go get a drink of milk, Only to find there was only beer,waffles, and water. "How can you live like this?" Kyle asked "Nigga' Its my home, I live my way. Deal with it" Kyle sighed and took water and made some waffles. Afterwords he asked "So where do I sleep" "Upstairs, 4th room on the left" Kyle went up the stairs and walked down the long hall, As he did he checked all the rooms. One with nothing but adult entertainment, A weight room, His room witch he noticed had alot of medicene, or so it seemed. And his, He opened the door and he got suprised by a Siberian Husky, the dog went down the stairs and he assumed to his master. The first thing Kyle did was fall on the bed and shut his heavy eye lids. Just then the phone ringed, What was strange was it was only in his room. He hesitated to pick it up but he did anyway, "Hello?" It was a automated message "Dear Kyle, Our resources have been wrong. You will have to report in the area Mr.Oasics told you in 18 hours, Thank you for your time" It hung up. Kyle hanged up the phone and began to think how did they do this...He didn't care. All he did care about was going to sleep.