The Nightmare on Trap Street by C. N. Phillips

Author:C. N. Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2020-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Four days later, Brayland walked down a dark alley toward where his car was parked. It was a little after ten o’clock, and he had just finished doing a quick drop-off. When he was almost to his car, he heard a rustling behind him, and he turned to see what it was. Not too far behind him, there were what looked to be three fiends: two women and a man. They looked at him with wide eyes and sunken faces, and they had several teeth missing. They moved closer to him, and Brayland sighed, preparing to tell them to get on. It wasn’t unusual for fiends to be pushy when they begged for drugs, but there was nothing free in life. If they didn’t have the bread, they couldn’t get served.

“What y’all looking for?” Brayland asked.

“VEM,” one of the women said in a raspy voice.

“I don’t have any on me,” Brayland lied. He actually had a few Baggies full in his bag, but at $100 a pop, he doubted any of them had it to pay. Even if they put all their coins together, there was no way they could share one pill.

“Liar!” the man shouted. “Open your bag.”

“Nigga, you tripping.” Brayland almost laughed.

“I said, open that bag!” the man exclaimed and took off toward Brayland with a look of savagery.

Brayland didn’t even bat an eye. He brandished his pistol from its holster and aimed it at the man barreling toward him. He thought that by seeing the weapon, the man would stop, but he didn’t. In fact, suddenly, the other two began running toward him too.

“VEM! VEM! VEM!” they shouted repeatedly while they ran.

He didn’t have a choice. Brayland let three shots off. The two women dropped dead instantly from head shots, but the man acted as if the bullet to the chest didn’t hurt him at all. Brayland fired two more times, hitting the man in the leg and neck. He jerked from the impacts of the bullets, but he still kept coming.

“I don’t know what kind of superman shit you’re doped up on, but you need to die already!”

“VEM!” the man shouted again right before Brayland shot one last bullet that caught him in the forehead.

That time the fiend dropped to the ground. Their blood spilled onto the pavement in the alley, and Brayland knew it was time to get out of there. He got in his vehicle and drove off without looking back. However, what had just happened replayed over and over in his mind. He could tell by the looks in their eyes that the fiends were already high off something. Could it have been VEM? Brayland had never seen someone take three bullets and that person not be affected by the shots. Well, until that night.

It was still fresh on his mind when he heard his phone start ringing from the armrest. He glanced quickly from the road to grab it and see who it was before answering.

“Baby, the weirdest shit just happened to me,” he started when he picked up.

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