I WONT DIE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH

It's true they say you never know how far you can go until you are pushed to the wall.

Yh i think I was just about to let these guys know that not minding the fact that it wasn't their fault.

But hey all they needed to do, is just let me have some food and nobody dies

Yes you heard me right. die!!

I couldn't explain why i was so extremely pumped about this, but I wasn't also in a state to think about it either.

I noticed I felt more uneasy by the second.

so doing what i said at the moment was the best decision anyone in that living room could make at that point in time Cause I knew I was gonna shoot somebody I felt the dead seriousness in me . God knew I wasn't gonna shoot.

"Whoah there lad what's going on"

One of them asked as he picked up the remote and turned off the loud music, making my voice more audible.

Please I don't wanna shoot or hurt anyone here, I'm just really….. I'm just ….. I'm just fucking hungry okay ?

Okay okay he replied stretching his hands towards me. Just put the gun down man.

i need something to eat and fast or I'm gonna fuck everybody up and take it all for myself!!

I screamed really loud wiggling the Glock in my grasp in all directions as they all let out short screams, bending their heads low.

I noticed one of the girls climb over the sofa slowly .

I said i am gonna fucking shoot bitch,don't tempt me do not tempt me

No man don't shoot okay she just wants to turn on the lights another guy that seemed to be on a purple bandana on his head said pushing his hands forward just when the white lights came on revealing everyone's faces better.

Oh! it was a red bandana the blue lights be playing tricks on me.

You ? This punk ? Fuck this man! Man I told you we should have shot this Nigga while we had the fucking chance.but no !!

you all just had to be kind and have a generous heart right ?

A short one with a funny hairstyle lamented as he got up on his feet and began pointing at me .

I was already feeling really hot even under the air con

I felt so much pressure in me I just had to have something.

Like I could literally eat up a live rat now it was just. So .... Burning within…My .. body ...itching all over Argh !! it was just too much but this motherfucker just had to be a man right now hey?

"Now you listen you fool, I don't know who the fuck your are or where you from but this is our fucking home and nobody points a gun at Janja in his fucking home you understand me Nigga so-

? What a stupid name!

He kept going on and on until…

pow!!!

Yeah, I shot that mother fucker!! And I was gonna shoot anyone else who tried shit with me right now. Everybody could have a piece of this too.

Everybody!!! Hahahahaha!!! There's more where that came from! There's enough to go round!

I screamed out loud like a maniac.

I didn't understand why, but I was sure someone was gonna get hurt again if they pushed me to my limits.

All they needed to do was fucking cooperate with me. Is that too much to ask?

"What the fuck, man? You shot me in the fucking leg!" the short guy wailed on the ground, holding his leg. Everyone let out short, loud screams, and I noticed they were all scared to react or even scream at me.

Nah, they wouldn't dare, not with those expressions on their faces.

But one was bold enough to step out from their gathering as he took steps closer to me. "Hey man, there is no need for all this," he said. I immediately recognized his voice. It was the same guy from the road after the incident at Bony's mansion.

"It's you from the road; you were the one who stopped the car and came down to help me," I said to him as I tried to contain myself. The heat in my body only grew more, assisted by the itching all over and the pressure from inside, which was just too much to hold back. I noticed my eyes twitching, and my breathing pace increased.

"Yes, that's great; you remember me, that's good." He kept talking as he came closer to me, one hand before the other. Was he trying to play tricks with me? I don't wanna shoot him too.

"Come on, man, please; I can see you are stressed out and all, but you need to put the gun down or you might end up killing someone, and we don't want that, right?" he said as he drew closer.

"No man, I don't wanna kill nobody; I just want some food; that's all. I'm just fucking itchy and hungry and hot, and -"

"I understand," he said as he finally touched the tip of the gun in my hands. "The food is right there before you; it's all yours. You can have it; just put the gun down."

His voice sounded really trustworthy, but what if he shoots me the second he gets the chance? I just shot his friend in the leg, after all. I thought to myself as I took some steps back and pointed the gun at him. Yeah, nobody's to be trusted at this point.

"Okay, okay, okay, fine; I'll step back," the leader guy said as he took steps away from me. I made my move towards the bowl of spaghetti next to me on the center table. With one hand holding the Glock, I drew the bowl closer. "Ah, still warm."

With my gun still in my left hand, pointing at them, I went on my knees by the center table and dug in immediately. Taking a handful of spaghetti, I shoved it into my wide-opened mouth as my gaze remained focused on the rest of them in the room.

I was so hungry I hardly chewed; I just swallowed whole, my eyes going deep as I tried to keep them open due to the pressure of the amount of spaghetti I tried sending down my throat all at once.

Every bite was satisfying, but at the same time, it felt like it brought me back to my senses. And it made me scared; I could see the look on these guys' faces. I knew if they had the chance, they wouldn't think twice about killing me once they had the chance. Whatever, it was cool by me; at least I wouldn't die on an empty stomach.