Shootout

(28) First Body

Today Bryson and I had another court hearing and it went great. But the judges mentioned to Bryson that I was high the last time at court, which made him PISSED.

We've been arguing about it ever since we got in the car to leave the courthouse.

As we both walked into the house, tension was hot between us. I placed my purse and phone on the kitchen island and began to make my way upstairs. I'm tired of arguing with him, and I know what I did was wrong but I don't like how he keeps yelling at me.

As I began to make my way upstairs, Bryson pulled me back to him.

"You know you probably just fucked this whole shit up right?" He asked, looking me dead in my eyes.

"I fucked it up on the last court hearing, but we did really good this time Bryson, I think we might actually have a chance to take custody of him."

"That's some bullshit Penelope! I told yo ass stop poppin' those shits! Didn't I?!" He spat. "I told you bout my addiction and you still popped the shit! Now you fucked our family up!"

My lip quivered as a tear rolled down my eye. "How could you say that?"

"Cus it's the truth! You fucked errthang up! Now that lil boy finna go back to his abusive ass parents!"

"We are his parents Bryson! Even if we don't get custody I'm not about to let him go back to that household."

"You know that's unrealistic."

"What happened to wanting to fight for him regardless? Regardless if we win custody or not? Those were your words that you said, you said we'll fight for him no matter what."

He walked in closer to me, grabbing me by my neck. "We wouldn't have to do all that shit if you just went to court normally. You had one job." He released my neck and walked up the stairs.

I followed right after him until he made it to our room.

"Bryson... we did really good today... we might still have a chance."

"Penelope get the fuck out my face."

"Fine... be like that then." I made my way to our bathroom to start a shower until Bryson came in.

"What you finna do?" He asked, standing by the door frame.

"Take a shower... why?"

"I need you to come with me to handle something."

"Handle what?" I squinted my eyes.

He smacked his teeth. "Just come on."

     "For what Bryson?! Don't be having me do no bullshit like you always do."

     "Come one Nelly." He smacked his teeth. "Damn."

     "I'm not going unless you tell me where. And we just got in a argument, so don't think you can just start talking to me like we cool again."

     "I said come on!" He spat.

I rolled my eyes and followed after him into the car and we drove for about fifteen minutes until we made it to the outside of Tylee's apartment complex.

"Bry what we doing here?" I asked in a panic.

"You know what the fuck we doin'"

"No bryson!" I said immediately. "You can't do this!"

"I really just wanna smoke the niggas who raped you." He said, grabbing his gun from the backseat and zipping up his black jacket then put his hood on, preparing to get out the car.