The After Party (Reserved)

[Trey Lewis]

He watched her lean closer, but came to sudden pause to think for a second. "Hold on." he saids to think about it. He can take the difference between when a Police breaks into the house and when a robber breaks into the house, real easily. He be watching those TV shows and he watched Raphael, in work. "It's funny," he chuckles "When Polices break into someone house, they have a option: They could either kick in the doorknob to bust it open or just use something heavy, and strong to bust down the door. You would hear alot of movement and talking among them. But this isn't no police situation. I think this was a setup to make us believe this. When Robbers break in, they tend to break glasses, and sneak in without making a word, but they would make footsteps, in the progress." he felt like he was 100% true.

Yep. It was beginning to come more clearer. He could hear 2 people's footsteps, instead of thousands of people running all over the place. But honestly, who would rob a place when they know the cops were bound to come. Unless these were those special ed type of robbers, but from what he was hearing, it seem like they knew what they were doing. There were 2 of them and you haven't heard one of em even bother saying, "Shh or be quiet" to one another.[/color]

[Adonis White]

He nodded as she pretty much shot down his assumption. He couldn't get mad or angry or anything along those lines, he just guessed. Sounded like dude was a scorned ex. He kept his silence though and listened as she began to talk, looking back at her. His anger was soon replaced by understanding, and he began to sympathize for her. It just showed him that there were people out there who had a rougher life than he did, and his girlfriend was one of those people, to EVERYONE'S dismay.

Instead of yapping hi mouth though he listened, it had to be hard to let something out like that. It seemed like that was what she was trying to hide earlier. Though it didn't show on his face, his blood was boiling. He guessed he WAS gong to be killing someone tonight. He leaned over the bed and looked into her eyes before kissing her on the lips tenderly. "Take a deep breath; calm down. Ain't nu'in gon happen tah ya, ain't nu'in gon happen tah me, ain't nutin gon happen tah nobody. Dis shit's bousta be taken care of; ya'aint gon hafta worry no more afta tahnight, an dat's a promise. Now smile fah me, i'ont like seein ya like dis." He gave her a warm smile and waited for her to return it before he stood to his feet and put his vans back on. He walked over to the door and opened it up before stopping and looking back at her, "Yo, be careful whatcha wish fah, ya jus' might get it." He smirked to himself, referring to her spoken daydream. It sounded like something he could pull off for her, considering he and his brothers were paying 1,500 a piece on the new place their mom just put down on. "Come lock da door an don't open it fah no one. If it's me, I'll knock twice." People usually knocked three times, so making that little adjustment would keep her out of harm's way. He didn't know what was going to happen, and he didn't want her to be in the middle of it.

He kept quiet as he walked through the hall, his ruger held tightly in is left hand with his finger on the trigger finger. The police weren't coming, someone else was, and he wanted to handle it himself to keep everyone else out of danger. Using the bottom of his gun, he knocked softly on the door Trey and Melody were in and whispered through it loudly so they could hear it. "Trey! Les' go." And right after he finished his sentence, he heard something going on downstairs.

His eyes went straight to the stairs, a heavy frown on his face. He only worried of the dark. Walking downstairs could be like walking in a booby trap because he ran the risk of someone being out of his sight. But it as a risk he had to take to handle whomever it was. Kayla's dad or not. He waited on Trey to open the door growing impatient and when he would, he kept his mouth closed and pointed at some railings at the op of the stairs. "Stay right dere an don't move unless i call fah ya. Ya see someone comin up, pull da trigger." He whispered quietly into his ear. If he was going to enter the lion pit, he was going to do it alone in fear of what could happen to his brother and the girls. Trey was protecting them, just in case whomever it was snuk by or got passed Adonis.

And with that he began making his way down the stairs slowly, his heart pounding not because he was scared but due to a huge dose of adrenaline. As he furthered himself down into the bitch black darkness the noises got louder, and his brain began to tie things together. According to Kayla, it hasn't happened just once thus her dad knew her house better than he did, and knew where the stairs were through the darkness. He on he other hand had no clue. So, Adonis was going to surprise the shit out of him, just like he surprise the shit out of Adonis. Ducking into the darkness, Adonis sunk behind the couch, so he was facing the back and could hear where he was coming from if he came from the front, yet the guy wouldn't see him until it was too late for his ass. From there it was a waiting and observing game. He looked around at the windows for any sign of someone breaking through them, he looked towards the back for a shadow to come into view and he waited to hear footsteps on either side, telling him he was coming from the front; his trigger fer waiting for the jump-off.

It caught him off guard when he heard not one person's footsteps but two, and that's when he began to panic a little. He was blind pretty much and it was two against one so on that he had to make a new plan. How was he going to get rid of both of them??? "Shit Adonis SHIT!!! What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?! No, relax, chill... Gotta outsmart dese niggas.... The problem with a handicap match was that he couldn't target just one person, because the other could target him. He had to target both. When he looked up, he saw two big ass shadows, one following the other. He stopped breathing and just held his breath, reaching up to one of her end tables and grabbing something. He didn't know what the fuck it was. But he tossed it opposite his direction to make some noise away from him and they bit it like someone had just shook them in a game of b-ball.

They pointed their guns to where the object had landed, turning their backs toward him and he took advantage of the opportunity to move so he was sitting with his back against the side of the couch. He waited on them to dismiss the sound but when he heard one tell the other that he was going to go see what it was and not to touch Kayla until he got there he knew that was the man on the phone; her dad. His blood started to steam, he just wanted to shoot the bitch right then and there but it was too risky. So he let them fall into his plan. If Trey had listened to what the fuck he told him to do, things would fall perfectly into place. He swallowed hard and rose up from the side of the couch, noticing one was walking away from where they stood and the other was headed towards the stairs. Now was his chance. Raising to his feet he began to follow behind her dad, keeping his distance so if he turned around he had enough time to hide somewhere, but he kept his gun pointed at him the entire way. He waited to hear gunshots telling him Trey had figure out that wasn't him coming up the stairs.

[Melody Frost]

Melody listened to Trey's theory on the situation and began to think he was most likely right. If they were trying to trick them it had worked up until now when Trey had thought of that. She smiled. He had always seemed smart about this kind of thing and if he was right then this wouldn't be as hard to deal with. She heard Adonis say something to Trey and then she heard him say something else about Trey staying up here with the girls. That was nice, thinking of the girls too. It was still silent upstairs and she could still hear something below them, wouldn't the police have said something to them by now instead of being absolutely silent? There was definitely something wrong with this image, it would never be the police. If it was they would have been yelling to get them to come out of hiding by now.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey looked over at the door, after hearing some silents knock. Trey takes out his Smith & Wesson .45 ACP Chief's Special. He could feel something else, scratching up against his belt. He lifts the back of his shirt out to pull out, one of his Desert Eagles. He had to let Melody see it because, she would of heard it sooner or later. He let the light shine on the cars for him to see if each of em was fully reloaded; they were. Trey went over to the door, pointing one gun at the door, Trey slowly unlocks the door then heard Adonis's voice telling him to come on.

Trey looks over at Mel. "If I don't come back, then remember,I'll be always be there with you, even when I'm dead. I'll just haunt they ass until they run back to apologize to you. Love yah." He gives her his kiss and goes leaving the room, closing it behind him. Trey walked to Adonis to the top of the stairs to tell Trey to stay put. Trey wanted to grin evilly at him, but it was too dark for his ass to probably even see it. "Whatever nigga." he whispers. Trey sat down and heard his Bro go downstairs. Trey just sat, rubbing the Desert Eagle across his head. He could hear one footstep, at the time. He begin to panic, a little. "What the fuck!? I heard 2 footsteps! Where the other!?" Trey thought. Trey looked around behind him, but it was worthless, he couldn't see a damn thing in this dark. He just had to let his eyes be his guide into killing these bitches.

He begin to cool down, after hearing the other footstep from downstairs. He thought the robber managed to get upstairs without him and Adonis knowing it. Trey sighs of relief and waited.... and waited... "What the fuck is Adonis doing down there? Having a muthafuckin' Tea Party with they ass? He must be turning into Bryan and chickening the fuck out. Trey continued to wait until he jumps after hearing some glass hits the wall. He didn't know what was happening. But he didn't hear any struggling or anything. He just thought that Adonis wanted to trick them or something. Trey continued to wait then begin hearing whispering from below. "What is going on down there? Trey begin losing his patients and before he was about to get up, he heard footsteps coming towards the stairs. That's when everything started to kick in..

He didn't know who was coming. Was it Adonis or one of the robbers? His inner instinct was telling him that, it wasn't Adonis. Adonis woulda of probably whispered up the stairs or came up half-way to whisper. But this footsteps came going. Trey listened to the footsteps, get closer and closer. Once it was close enough. Trey puts a Desert Eagle to there chest. He could hear a deep voice, "What the?" he whispered. Trey knew for a fact, this wasn't Adonis.

Before Trey was about to pull the trigger, the robber smacks the gun out of his hand. There was no telling where the gun went afterwards, but he could hear it hit the ground below them. The Robber begins to tackle him, but Trey pushed him back with his spare hand and takes his hand, holding the Smith & Wesson .45 ACP Chief's Special to slam it across the robber's skull. He could hear the robber grunt from the blow and go falling backwards, down the stairs. Trey knew it wasn't enough to knock him out or kill him.

Trey runs down the stairs with him and followed the sound of his grunting. Trey came to try and slam the gun off the his head again, but he felt that, the robber had wrapped his hands on the back of his legs, and tackling him to the ground. The gun went sliding a couple of inches away from the fight into an Wall. The Robber tries to follow up to get on top of Trey to begin hitting him in the face. Trey grabs him to roll around to get on top of him., but the Robber rolls back around to get back on top of Trey. The Robber begins to try punching Trey in the face, but Trey shields himself. Trey seen his rotation with his hands. He kept hitting with the left and right. When the robber was about to throw a left hook at him, he moved to the right for the robber to hit his head on the floor. Trey grabs the robber by his shirt to pull him down towards Trey for Trey to give him a head butt to the nose. "AH FUCK!" the robber shouted, rolling off top of Trey.

Trey gets up, but he couldn't tell if the robber was up or not. Trey hated fighting in the darkness would of been better, if someone would shine some light on this. Trey tried to use the little bit of light he had from the moon shining on the window, but it wasn't enough. The robber tackles Trey into the wall and begins trying to flex him down to the ground, but Trey begin to heavily resist. Trey begins to hammer the robber in each of his ribs for him to loose his grip, before sending a hard elbow to his back. He could hear the robber grunt from each blow. Finally, the grip around Trey loosen for Trey to begin kneeing him in the face, before lifting him up to punch him in the jaw, but the robber knew it was coming. The robber ducks under it, ramming Trey into the wall, wrapping his arms around him to lift Trey up and slam him down on the ground. Trey grunted, a bit, but Trey wasn't about to give up that easily. The Robber tries to follow up by getting on top of Trey, but Trey pushed him off. Trey gets to his feet, holding his back.

Everything suddenly paused, when he heard a pocket knife take effect. "Ah, hell nah!" he begin remembering flashbacks of Patrick cutting him. But this time, he had to avoid getting cut in the dark. Trey gets up and studies the Robber's movement. Trey kept his distances from the man. Trey didn't know what was going on, he couldn't see anything. So, how the hell was this dude was going to be able to shank him. He could hear the robber's footsteps stumble towards him to go in for the stab, but Trey jumps back and sends a hard left hook. He closed his eyes as he put most of his muscles into the punch and felt it hit the face of the Robber's. He heard a loud thud noise with the Robber's grunting and whining.

Trey limped over to find his gun, but he felt himself stepping on a gun. He grabs and picks it up. He begin to feel it and felt it was his Desert Eagle. Trey begin trying to hear out for the robber's movement. He knew exactly where the Robber was for him to get up, making grunting noise and stuff. Trey walked over to the man and reached out with his spare hand to choke the Robber up against the door and place the gun to his face. "You ain't hard, no more. Huh?! Trey saids to him. "Oh. Another nigger." He saids. "And you just another stupid lookin' ass white boy." Trey place the gun to the bottom of the robber's chin and fires. He could hear blood splatter on the door and some might have splattered on him. Trey throws the robber down to the ground to shoot him continuously, until he ran out of bullets <6 times>.

Trey ran back up the stairs to check on each of the ladies.[/color]

[Adonis White]

As soon as the movement upstairs was heard and the guy yelled, Adonis watched as the guy in front of him turned his head towards the top of the stairs. "AYE! WHAT DA FUCK'S GOING ON UP THERE!" He yelled right before seeing Adonis' shadow, except half of his face that caught a bit of the moon-light. The sight of him caught him off guard and he jumped hard. "What the fuck?!" But Adonis only smirked and pointed his gun at him trying to keep a steady had. "Surprise!" He said sarcastically before pulling the trigger twice, the shots echoing through the house. when he didn't hear someone yell and drop to the floor, he realized he had missed and scorned the hell out of himself, but kept silent. As he took a single step his head jerked to the side due to something hard smacking him on the side of his head but he kept a firm hold on his gun. As he stumbled to the side, he heard someone yell angrily and attempt to tackle him but once again, he wouldn't let him and instead his back slammed into the wall. When he looked down, his vision turned red, and he felt blood rolling off his eyebrow and he noticed that the guy held his own pistol in his hand. His head felt like it had been split wide open, making him feel a little dizzy and the bruise on his back stung but he tried to ignore it and held on to his gun as the dude tried to take it from him. His hands were beginning to slip because his knuckles wouldn't allow him to have the strongest grip on the handle, so he let go and instead cocked back with a haymaker and hit him straight on the side of his face causing him to stumble back and drop both guns. When they hit the floor they slid in opposite directions. It felt like his left hand was about ready to fall off but he had to brace himself and charge at him again even though his body was telling him hell no.

He had no clue he was dealing with a boxer until he hit him with a right uppercut and the dude retaliated with a blow to his stomach quickly. As he was forced to take a few steps back hunched over, he began to realize that because he wasn't fresh; he was hurting all over, it was going to be a strain to try and beat the hell out of this guy. When he came to, he noticed the guy on his knees searching for a gun, any gun and he took the lovely opportunity to soccer kick the bitch like he was Bending it like Beckham. He took a step and brought his leg forward, kicking the guy in the face and watching his head jerk up. Not even a second later the guy yelled loud but it didn't phase Adonis because he just did it again until he began feeling something wet. It was either blood or saliva but he didn't give a fuck. His thoughts occupied his promise to Kayla, and he was a man of his word. It was fuck everything else right now; he didn't give a damn about him anymore. And it showed in his expression once he got down on one knee and grabbed him by the shirt with his right hand and started punching him over and over again in the face breathing heavily. He felt the guy began to give up on trying to lift his head but he wasn't done. Adonis kept punching and punching and punching him until he was tired and had worked out the steam his blood had boiled up and turned around letting go of his shirt and letting his head fall onto the floor. He began searching for his Ruger tiredly. when he finally felt it under the cabinet he grabbed it and rose to his feet stumbling and walking over to him with a chuckle. He took a good look at his face and realized exactly who he was. Alexander... A world heavyweight boxer. No wonder why his punches hurt like a bitch. But it was a K.O. now, he didn't give a fuck who he was, it was Adonis' title now. Right before he was over looking him, he heard one gunshot, hoping to god that Trey was the one doing the shooting. "T.K.O. Bitch." He said with hostility and hatred in his voice before pulling the trigger three times. A bullet hit him in the head, another in the chest and another on the side of his neck.

He felt weak, his entire body ready to give out. Holding his stomach with his left hand hanging with his finger still on the trigger me made his way back to the living room slowly. That shower felt pointless right now because of his condition now. His right eye was closed, blood running down his forehead where he nailed him with his gun, and that too began to swell. Between the fight earlier and this one, Adonis looked like he had just came from Iraq. "Trey!" He called for his brother, hoping like hell he was ok, "Trey!!!" Though he yelled as loud as he could, he still sounded weak, like his pride was the only thing holding him up now. He was a gangster, he was going to continue moving forward and standing up on his own two feet until someone put him in a casket. "Trey! Answer me man! Somebody!... Shit!..." He said, his tone that of worry, trailing off as he finished.

[Kayla Alexander]

Kayla was laid in the bed, tangling around with her hair. He looked up at Adonis, as he came in for a kiss. Kayla kisses him back, then continues to keep that look upon her face. He listened to her. She knew it was true and all, but she wasn't in no smiling mood. So, she threw on a fake smile then it quickly fades off. She was letting her hatred of her father get the best of her, but she tried to ignore it and enjoy this moment. But Adonis must not know who he's about to deal with. He was hoping Adonis was thinking of Hand-To-Hand combat with his father. It would been best, if he just shot the old bastard.

She looked at him after he heard about her daydream talk. She just looks somewhere else without saying much. She dont know who to believe right now. So much stuff was happening tonight, she just didn't feel right anymore. She listened to his words before he left out. She nodded to him, heading over to the door. She locks it and went back on the bed.

She could hear Adonis getting Trey and hear them going down stairs. It was quiet and she made a gasping scare, when she heard one of her glasses break. It better not had been one of her favorite vials or they was going to get cussed out. She begin thinking she was getting paranoid and puts her hair into a ponytail. She begin taking 5 deep breaths and started to come down. But it all died out, when she begin hearing some wrestling near the stairs. She could hear someone fall down the stairs and alot of movement like someone was fighting. She could hear someone say, "Aw Fuck!" and alot of more wrestling. She could hear Trey shout, "Ah, hell nah."

She had no idea, what was going on down there. She was hoping they both Trey and Adonis make it back alive. Suddenly, her whole body felt like it was dead, when she heard a gun shot, followed by 6 more. She started feeling like she wanted to cry. She had no idea, who was being shot. But she wasn't about to cry. She was going to brave and just wait to see the outcome of it, when it was all over.

She wanted to leave the room, but there was no telling what was waiting outside of her door. She lays on the bed, glaring at the ceiling. "God please. Let Adonis and Trey make it out of this alive and safe.". Things were getting uglier and uglier.

She begin hearing more gunshots and just decided to not let it effect her. Whatever happened happens. If both Trey and Adonis died, they would going to die with there girlfriends. She sighs. But her mood suddenly uprise, when she heard Adonis yelling for "Trey!". Were they still alive? Problem was.. The way Adonis was screaming, it sounded like a cry for help. She didn't hear Trey response back yet. She just waited until they came upstairs or whoever came upstairs.[/color]

[Trey Lewis]

Trey was limping. The way that man was flex him down on the ground. It was sending some pain up his spine and he rarely was breathing correctly. He tries to breath, but it felt like he was undergoing an Asma attack or something. He begin to hear some more struggling. He really didn't give a flying fuck who was fighting. He was tired enough and he wasn't about to jump in and get his ass whooped too. Especially, under the condition he is. They both were good as dead, shit. He heard the shots, but he was hoping that Adonis wasn't getting his ass shot up. He quickly went to search for his other gun and finally found it.

He kept hearing more shots, which made him even more caution. "Man! I hope that ain't Adonis getting shot or I'ma be really pissed." he thought. He stumbled against the wall, he was starting not to breath well. He looked up after hearing Adonis call for him. Trey uses the wall to walk over to where Adonis is. "Chill out bro. I'm here." Trey saids, panting heavily. He walks over to Adonis and collapse to his knees, beside him. "You already man?" he saids, checking him for any bruises. Trey moves his head away from Adonis to do some coughing, but it was still the effects of the slam. "I'm here for yah." he saids, getting to his feet. He holds down his hand, grabbing Adonis's hand trying to pull him up.[/color]

[Adonis White]

When he seen Trey, he felt relieved, but it looked like he was fucked up too. Great. At least he could've held his own so only one of them was fucked off. He tilted his head back and straightened up all of his thoughts before he realized his brother needed help up. With the little strength he had left he pulled him up and touched the spot where dude had busted him, and realized he was bleeding pretty bad. He probably looked like he was coming fresh off the set of resident evil. "Man... Come on brutha... We gotta go check on da girls." He took a deep breath and rested his arm around Trey's shoulders for support so they could hold each other up.

He began making his way up the stairs, and with each step it felt like he was going up a mountain. Who put this many fucking stairs? Seemed like years before they reached the top, and he let out a long breath and let go of his brother. "Go check up on ya girl." He said tiredly using the wall as support as he walked towards Kayla's room. He felt like he was going to pass out a couple of times on his way there but he fought it and closed his other eye and knocked on her door twice with his knuckle.

[Trey Lewis]

Trey was walking over to the room and managed to knock on it. But suddenly, collapsed over on his shoulder. He couldn't breath. All his wind felt like it got knocked out, all due to the fighting. He felt like he was going to die. He couldn't hardly breath through his nose nor through his mouth. He needa a inhaler or something. He never had asma unless he was having a serious fight or extremely tired. "Adonis!" Trey shouted. "I need.... he paused for a while trying to breath. "Help. I can't breath." he felt like he was being suffocated.

Trey laid on his back, slowly trying to keep him calm. If he kept moving around and alot, he wasn't going to be able to breathe, as well.[/color]

[Melody Frost]

Melody heard both of them talking down stairs and from what she could hear neither of them sounded like they were in any sort of good condition. She heard them making there way up the stairs and it wasn't fast moving or anything so she worried that they were seriously hurt. She got up from the bed and stood next to it watching as she saw Trey walk in and when he fell on his shoulder she had to hold in a small scream because she knew if anyone was still downstairs it wouldn't be very smart to say anything. She ran over to him. "Its okay baby, we'll do something" She was anxious for Adonis to get his ass in the room.
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[Adonis White]

As he heard Trey collapse, it seemed like everything slowed down. From Melody's reaction to to his own. The scary part was, there wasn't SHIT he could do about it. He temporary black out faded an he looked up at Melody shaking his head. There was two things that could happen. Either Trey was going to have an asthma attack and die or Melody was going to hop her ass downstairs and get his inhaler because he couldn't. He'd hate to send her down there, he doubt Trey wanted her to see all of that down there, but it was a serious Ultimatum right now, an he couldn't care less of what she saw. "Melody!.. Melody!" He tried to calm her down, pushing himself away from the door and walking over to her. "...Trey brought in a gym... bag right?... Go down...Stairs an... FUCK!" He said almost as if he had turrets. He was frustrated at how slow he was moving and how winded he had become when he hadn't even done anything. Because of his frustration, his voice grew a little more sternly, "...Dere's a inhaler in Trey's gym bag...! Go downstairs... An get it." He said before finally reaching them. It wasn't the first time Trey had an asthma attack, so h wasn't too surprised. As a matter of fact, it would have been more of a surprise if his asthma hadn't started fucking up. "Hurry up gurl!" He insisted her, dropping down to his knees and picking Trey's torso off the floor so his breathing would level out some, and his medication would flow easier.

[Kayla Alexander]

Kayla was happy to see Adonis was fine, but she was about to go hug him, but paused. He looked to banged up to even try to attempt hugging. Suddenly, she heard a thud from nearby. "What was that?" she asked, heading over to where the noise came from..

In the other room, Trey laid on his shoulders. She knew one of them were going to be hurt. She witnessed Trey having an Asthma attack. She never understood Trey. He talks a tough game, but his Asthma is one of his weakness? The night begin to get crazier and crazier. "Is he going to be alright?" Kayla asked, worried about her. Kayla went over to check on him. She use to do nursing, but she wasn't a professional at it. She grabs Trey's palm into her arms. "He must be getting sick and be under alot of stress. That's the only reason, he's having one of these serious Asthma attacks. We might to hurry..."

Kayla smooths his hair back and begins to touch his chest. "Now. Trey. Try to work with me. I want to make sure, this isn't a severe one. Are you experiencing any Chest Pain." she asked him. It didn't seem like he was suffering a severe one. His face wasn't turning blue and he haven't loss consciousness yet. She begin to grab his palms to check for any sweatiness, but there were none, whatsoever. She looks to his feet to notice, he was wearing Ankle Socks throughout the whole thing. She put the back of her hand on his ankle socks, but wasn't feeling no coldness. "That's good. It's not a severe attack then." Kayla moves back from Trey, afterwards. She watched Adonis lift his torso off the floor to help him breath. The way he be acting. She never knew he was going to help with his fams like that.

Kayla wasn't about to go downstairs to get his inhaler. Especially, knowing her Father may be dead and one of his accompanies. She wasn't about to see her Father's corpus. She happy to see Adonis and Trey alive, but she hope those other 2 were good as dead. She hated being stalked, but some reason, she feels like she still is being stalked., but it's must just be her.[/color]

[Adonis White]

Because of all the gun shots and nosey ass panicking neighbors, Adonis was basically a sitting duck, waiting on the cops to pull up wanting to know what the fuck happened, and it would be obvious what happened once they realized there were two dead men in the house. This night was taking so long to be over. He should've just stayed home and played Madden and said "fuck Mardi Gras" because once the police got here, someone had to take the blame, and they were looking at a double homicide. All the ducking and dodging he did earlier was going to go to waste because he planned on taking the blame. He might as well prepare a head of time.

Keeping his brother's back off the ground, he looked over at Kayla, and waiting on Melody to get back so this boy could suck up his meds and chill out. Until then, he was getting other shit taken care of. "Kayla, can you go grab my phone? Not da sidekick, da odda one." He said calmly. Most likely he and Trey were going to go to the hospital, and Adonis was going to get his hand cuffed to his bed. On top of that, all his savings were going to go on paying off his lawyer so he was going to be broke. This night just got better and better by the minute.

[Kayla Alexander]

Kayla glares at Adonis. She went over to get the phone and hands it to him. She sits on the bed and sees what he was planning on doing. So much was happening that night, it was bound to get crazier when Police showed up.[/color]

[Adonis White]

As she handed his phone to him, he scrolled down the contacts list, coming up on his Lawyer's name; Callingham. He was a tight ass lawyer who preformed miracles for Vegas; a nigga that was doing way worse shit than Adonis was. When he called him, he was a bit surprised that he didn't catch his answering machine at this time of night. Instead, he picked up.

"Hello? Rodger Callingham speaking."
"Wassup Rod. It's Adonis." His tone tended to change up some when he was doing business. he spoke with more intelligence.
"Oh! How's it going Adonis? Shouldn't you be in bed right now?"
Adonis smirked and let out a dry chuckle, "Naw Rod, I need you to pick up a case fah me."
"A case?"
"Yeah..." He looked back at Kayla briefly before hearing the police and ambulance sirens blaring from outside. "Dis ain't no little shit Rod; I'm gunna need your ass. I'mma be at Drakesville Hospital. Meet me dere if ya want da money." He hung up the phone, knowing money talked. Rodney had handled a few cases for him before and had gotten him ot of them. The only thing with those was, he hadn't killed anyone. He had to make up another half of the story though and stick to it before the detectives came to ask questions and shit. He had to say something about him killing both of them, and that Trey had nothing to do with it or something. He'd pull it together before morning, he just waited and listened quietly as the police beat on the front door. "This is the Drakesville police! Open up!"