Me, and Legend had to meet each other halfway, and when we did, we both just stared at each other. I, then turned my head to look at my pops, and this man had the nerve to be standing there, cheesing, phone in his hand, recording this shit.
“Go ahead, sons. Get in there. Wrap your arms around each other like you love one another,” he was getting a kick out of this shit. The way that I saw it was that the quicker I hugged my brother, the quicker this shit would be over with.
Against my will, I reached my hands out, wrapped them around my brother, and Legend did the same thing. We tried to be slick, and only hugged each other for a few seconds, but my dad quickly nipped that shit.
“Nah. Ya said that fight had to have been going on for about five minutes before she came out and broke it up. Stay just like that for five minutes,” he threw in, adding something into the punishment that he’d never told us about until now.
“Pops, you trippin,” Legend said for the both of us because I was thinking the same thing.
“Nah, ya’ll lil niggas tripping. Fighting in here and got your mama breaking up a fight. Stay just like that,” he said. He really had me and Legend standing up, arms wrapped around each other, hugging, and shit.
“Look at my fuckin sons. Handsome, ain’t it?” he spoke, keeping the camera on us. I was so fuckin man. If I could have gotten away with swinging on his ass, and winning, I swear I would have did it.
“Get in there Creed. Hold your brother a little tighter. You getting angry, huh? That’s why you hugging your brother. That’s what Legend is there for. Lay your head on your brothers shoulder, and cry that shit out if you need to,” he spat, and his comment caused Legend to laugh, and shake his head. During that, I could hear the sliding door open behind us, and I knew that it was our mama.
“Sevyn, what are you doing?” she asked him, and you could hear the annoyance all in her voice.
“You said handle it; I’m handling it. Come here,” he urged for her, camera still on us, but he was looking at her.
“No. Shai is at the door. I gotta open it for her,” she responded, and then she closed the patio door back.
“Aight. That’s time. Slap it up with your brother,” my pops said, and before we let go of each other, Legend squeezed me a little tighter, and I did that shit right back to him, and we slapped it up with each other.
I did all this shit talking, acting like it was so many things in the world that I would have rather be doing, outside of hugging my brother, but truth is, I needed this shit. I’ve been going through so much stuff lately, keeping a bunch of shit bottled in, so I needed a hug from my brother.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” my pops boasted, after he saw that his method worked. Legend shook his head, and he went in the house first, leaving just me, and my pops out here.
“You need to calm your ass down. The last thing you want to be considered is a hot head. Watch the way you talk to people, too. That shit with your brother could have been handled differently,” he told me, and I nodded my head, hearing him.
As we were standing out here, I could look in and see that my auntie Shai had made it inside. She was hugging Legend, while my mom stood not too far away from them.
“You checked ma about the stuff I been saying to you? She left out again last night,” I snitched. This man looked at me, and he laughed.
He then looked back through the patio glass door, where we had the perfect shot of my mama, and then he turned to look back down at me.
“Why you keeping tabs on your mama like that? Most importantly, why you keep snitching on her?” he asked me.
“Man, didn’t you tell me, and Legend in the beginning to tell you if we felt like mama got a boyfriend? Cool, I ain’t gone say nothing else,” I responded, in my feelings because this man toldme to snitch, and now that I was, he was trying to be funny, calling me out on it.
When they made their divorce official, he told me and Legend to tell him if our mama ever started moving funny, and if we felt she had a nigga. He cleared his throat, and he stood in front of me, blocking my view from seeing through the patio door. He spread his legs a little, so that he could level with me, and he folded his arms, keeping them down.
“Son, God gave you a brain. Use that motha fucka from time to time. If you think that your mama is leaving this house late at night and coming back home in the wee hours of the morning to go and seeanybodyother than me, your ass is delusional. All those late-night creeps that she making, that you keep crying about, I’m aware of that. She creeping over to my crib, son,” he hit me on my chest, and then he turned to walk away.
I jogged, walking on the side of him, wanting to know what was up. He couldn’t just drop that bomb that him, and my mama were back messing around, and expect me not to have questions.
“Wait, what? Ya’ll getting back together?” I asked him.
“Make up with your brother. Don’t worry about what me, and your mama got going on,” was all he said.
Shit, I started smiling because his response told me that they were basically working on it, and they were going to get back together soon. I’ve always wanted my parents to get back together. I was never in support of the divorce, but I’ve never been the type to really speak on my feelings. Man, if I could get the world to forget about the shit with me, and Vivian, plus getting my parents back together, life would be a lot less complicated.
Chapter Ten
SORAYA ‘YAYA’ CRAWFORD
“Soraya, I’m about to push your ass on the fuckin floor! Go on your side of the bed. You sleep so wild. Damn!” I could hear my sister snapping at me.
The sound of her voice confused the hell out of me. I was looking around, trying to figure out where the hell I was, but the second my eyes settled, and I looked at the closet that was off to the side of the bedroom, I remembered that we were in the Dominican Republic, and sleeping in a guest bedroom at our dad’s house. We got here last night around 9:00 P.M. Our dad was no longer in the hospital though, so when we landed, we had a truck pick us up and bring us on over here.
