Murder Secrets

Tape 5

The next day came, marked by the upcoming execution of Tank's reckless plan, one that Boo had serious doubts about. Tank had used his uncle's old truck for the job, but as they got near their destination, trouble began.

"Let me out," Boo said out of the blue, his voice strong with determination.

"For what?" Tank asked, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"I'm not doing this shit. I'm not finna go down for you, let me out," Boo insisted.

"Bet. Be a little bitch then," Tank said, leaving Boo behind without a second thought.

Boo walked on foot until he reached Marissa's house, his mind heavy with troubles. She recognized him immediately and opened the door slightly, concern drawn on her face.

"I need you," Boo mumbled, leaning his head against the wall.

Marissa let him inside, her worry growing. "You didn't go through with it?" she asked softly, leading him towards the living room.

"No," Boo confessed.

"Good, but you need to do something about Tank. He's just going to keep dragging you and Juke down," Marissa urged.

"I know, baby. I'm thinking though," Boo responded.

Meanwhile, at the corner store, Juke and Tank had put on their disguises and sneakily crept inside through the back entrance.

Tank pointed the gun at the clerk, "Give me the fucking money!" he yelled, his voice full with aggression.

The clerk scrambled to obey, quickly stuffing the money into the bag. put the cash in the bag, "Hurry the fuck up!" Tank yelled impatiently.

Juke kept watch, making sure Tank's back was covered as they made their escape. They fled the store, their ordeal totaling $800. However, when it came time to split the cash, Tank only handed Juke $200.

The next day, Juke reached out to Boo, asking him to
meet at Wendy's.

They exchanged a dap before taking their seats."Wassup with you, boy." Boo greeted.

"Not shit, just got this money. I'm about to dip," Juke responded.

"Where you going?" Boo asked, curiously.

"I got big dreams, man. You know I like cooking. I got this opportunity to stay on campus for a week for the cooking program," Juke explained, his eyes brightened with happiness.

"That's good shit, man. When you leaving?" Boo asked.

"Now. Just wanted to see you before I left," Juke replied.

"Be safe, nigga," Boo said, rising from his seat to dap Juke goodbye.

During Juke's absence, Boo made an effort to distance himself from Tank, realizing that their association only led to trouble. Instead, he focused his time and energy on fixing his relationship with Marissa, cherishing
the time they spent together.

One day while out for lunch at Five Guys, Boo touched a sensitive topic. "When could we tell people about us?" he asked.

"I'm 24 years old fucking a 18 year old. I'm pretty sure that's something I don't want getting out to people,"  Marissa responded bluntly.

"Yeah, you're right," Boo laughed, acknowledging her point.

"But you're my man. I do love you, Xavier. The only one I want to be with," Marissa said, her words filled with sincerity and adoration.

"Same here," Boo responded, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

After his week away, Juke returned home, his time at the cooking program proving to be helpful. He made numerous connections and friends, returning with confidence and a sense of purpose. Before visiting his family, he made a visit to see Boo, excited to catch up with his homeboy.

"Wassup with you, boy. Looking all sharp. How you been?" Boo greeted.

"I've been good, man. Been having a good time," Juke responded, a smile on his lips.

"I bet. I'm real proud of you, my boy," Boo said.

"Preciate that. Just pulled up before I went to see my folks," Juke explained, thankful for Boo's support.

As Juke made his way to his mom's house after leaving Boo, he stopped at the gas station for some
essentials. As he exited the store with his purchase in his hand, he lit up a cigarette.

But his peace was short lived as Tank approached him, a twisted smile on his face.

"Look who's back in town, my main man Juke," Tank laughed.

Juke's response was abrupt. "Wassup, Tank."

"Wassup is I need you for another job, Juke," Tank said demanding.

"I'm not doing it no more," Juke responded strongly.

"Nigga, I paid you," Tank yelled, his anger boiling below the surface.

"That chump change for that big job, that wasn't shit," Juke yelled back, his frustration spilling over.

In a literal flash, without a hint of remorse, Tank pulled his gun and fired. The shots rang out, echoing through the silence of the gas station as Juke collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.

"Yeah, that's right. Fight for your life, nigga." Tank laughed, ruthlessly delivering the final shot as Juke lay gasping for air, his life slipping away in the blink of an eye.

The chaos of the scene at the gas station spread quickly through the neighborhood, grabbing the attention of everyone nearby. As paramedics arrived, Juke fought desperately for his life, but tragically, he died to his injuries.

Boo was alerted to the situation and rushed to the scene, his heart heavy with despair. He arrived to find Juke's family gathered, their grief clear in the air. The sound of Juke's mother's painful cries pierced through the chaos, driving a knife of dread into Boo's heart.

"Xavier! Somebody killed my baby," Juke's mother cried, her voice raw with hurt.

Boo held her tightly, his own feelings threatening to overwhelm him as he sank to the ground beside her, giving whatever comfort he could in the middle of their shared agony.

As he later returned to Marissa's house, she embraced him in a comforting hug, her presence a small source of warmth in the face of such a terrible loss. Together, they lay there in shock, grasping the weight of the tragedy that had came upon his friend, while Boo's mind raced with thoughts of what to do next.

Well, what y'all thinking now? I cried a little writing and reading this. Rip to Juke 🕊️