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cries filled the church as the casket was brought to the front. a brother, a son, lost in the hands of gun violence. which was all the pastor preached that day. how we should stop killing each other over drugs and other things. but he didn't know that this death was caused by a brother snaking another brother.
the family portrayed him as an innocent bystander. an innocent bystander who had little to no involvement in the streets but little did they know...
"i can't believe ts bruh," kendra said to herself. yeah she knew the procedure, but she never thought it would be her own family.
her aunt, tavares' mother let out a chilling scream as they began to carry the casket away.
the night her son was murdered she found him laid out on her front porch. bullet wounds in his head, chest, hand and leg. so she agreed for it to be a closed casket, because she didn't want anyone to see her son the way she found him.
"you killed him but you didn't have to do that extra shit dee," kendra said to deante on that same night.
"i couldn't add a lil razzle dazzle?" he asked. (sorry i had to)
since then she hasn't heard or spoken to anyone. she's in this shit on her own.
meanwhile egypt was in the hospital. she had been in a coma for at least two weeks due to the trauma she received when tavares had hit her head with a gun. he had cracked her skull open which caused her to lose a lot of blood.
her parents sat by her side every day. hoping she would wake up soon. praying she'd make this out alive and healthy.
and luca? well...
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