I Needed You

Chapter 8

Beasty

"You know what yo sister doin fo' her birthday?"my pops asked me.

Me, my dad, and Bobby was chilling at my dad's crib talking about Maniyah's birthday which was in a few days.

"Nah, last time I checked she aint have nothin planned. Jus the mall wit her friends and doin all dat girly shit."

"Aight, I'ma be at the same mall as her and purposely bump into her to see if she remembers me,"my dad said.

"Man dats the dumbest shit I ever heard,"Bobby said.

"What?"

"You heard me. Of course she gon remember yo ass, the only thing different bout you is the goatee. You need to do shit the right way nigga."

"Yea, he right bout dat pop,"I added.

He sighed,"Man Ion know how to approach this situation wit her man. When I seen Clayton it was pretty easy, girls are not dat easy."

"Who is Clayton?"

"Aww shit,"Bobby said.

"Yo lil brother."

I laughed, he couldnt be serious.

"You lyin right?"

"Nah nigga, I'm serious as a heart attack."

Damn I guess he was serious.

"How come I never met him then?"

"Cause I jus found out he was mines not too long ago."

"What?"

He ran his hands down his face and began explaining everything to me cause I was lost than a mothafucka.

"So you tellin me I gotta fifteen year old brother?"

He nodded.

"Damn pops, you tellin me to strap up at all times, but you the one dat should of been doin dat,"I said and me and Bobby laughed.

"Shut the fuck up."

"So what yo ass gon do bout this Maniyah situation?"Bobby asked.

"I honestly dont know man."

It was quiet for a moment until Bobby said something.

"How bout you go yo ass down to the nursin home an talk to her grandmomma, an see if she can help you out,"Bobby suggested.

"Dat dont sound like a bad idea pops,"I added.

He looked like he was in deep thought.

"Ion know. The last time I talked to Nancy was when Niyah was four,"he said and sighed.

Me and Bobby shrugged.

I honestly just wanted to meet my little sister and now my little brother. I got another brother on my momma side but he live with his daddy.

I kicked it with my pops and uncle Bobby for a few more hours then decided to head home.

I turned my door knob and entered my dark house. Once I made it into the living room I seen a figure sitting on my couch and I smelled weed. I pulled my glock out and turned my lamp on.

I was surprised to see who was sitting on my couch in my living room, smoking a blunt.

"Niyah what you doin here?"I asked and sat my glock down on the table.

Maniyah

"Joc, you know how I told you bout my past?"

"Yea,"he replied while he laid his head on my thighs. Joc been home for a few weeks now and I was happy as hell.