BLOOD MONEY

Chapter 9: "SHUT THE FRONT DOOR"

*knock knock knock*
As someone was knocking on the door of Kevin's residence. Kevin went up to check on who it was, and there he saw Damion fighting to catch his breathe, dripping of sweat. "Ain't No Way..My Nigga!, Was you running from the Po' Lice?" , Kevin asked as he was breaking his neck to look outside, from left to right. "Hey man, can I crash here for the night?, it's a long story." , Damion said. "What's it got to do with?", Kevin asked. Damion responded telling him that it was about family issues. "You sure this ain't 'bout no Po' Lice?", Kevin tried clarifying before letting Damion in. "No bro, swear, I promise..", Damion said, as he laughed at Kevin's facial expression. "Ok good, Cus I was boutta frame all my weed on you, now come on in.", Kevin boldly commented. Damion walked in as they both forwarded off to Kevin's bedroom.
                    Suddenly, At the blink of an eye, Damion was instantly having a nervous breakdown whiles roaming in circles around the room, as he seemed to have been talking to himself. Questioning..Why now?.. He think he's slick..he's probably going broke. Mom should've gave him child support.. What the f*ck does he even still want from us?. As he continued fiddling,this led to Kevin being on the edge of pulling his last straw, as he swung and slapped the living crap out of him, so that he'd remain humble. "Ouww, Did you just slap me??" , Damion asked rhetorically whiles holding the side of his face. "I'll give you another one, if you won't calm the f*ck down, and tell me what happened.", Kevin seriously commented. As Damion took a few deep breaths, he let it be known that his Dad was back, and he came with all these sad stories as if that would change anything. "So let me get this straight, after all these years..your Dad is back, which made you ran all the way from home, and your first thought.. was to come here ?" , Kevin being himself again. "You're not helping bro", Damion said as he swung the pillow at Kevin.
     The way that Damion was feeling at that moment, caused him to not want to go back home, just about yet. He also felt that he was not even mentally prepared to attend school. Kevin viewed that as an act of exaggeration but Damion felt that he needed that space other wise.

                    "Do The Right Thing"

~Commentary Pieces~

    Damion:  : I need you to write me a letter cus I don't plan on going home or school anytime soon

    Kevin: Okay, now you're trippin'..

    Damion: I'm for real, you could give it to Principal Dickelson first thing Monday morning..

  Kevin: Nigga, Dickelson's not gone fall for that...

   Damion; Kev just be formal, who knows, you   might be a great writer..

   Kevin: Writer?? Do I look like Jeffery Aristide to you ?.. Or better yet, Anna Todd ? Let me remind you that I got a "D" in English .

Damion: There's a first time for everything..

  Kevin: And that first time,  is like finding out that we can actually jumpstart our cars, and blast off out of space...like the Fast 9 movie! !

  Damion: Wait what!? That doesn't make any sense...

Kevin: EXACTLY! Cus that would never happen ...! !

    Damion: You're right, this is stupid

   Kevin: Listen, Dae Dae I know, trust me parents may seem a bit difficult to understand at times, but I assure you that parents do certain things for a specific reason. We see our selves as all knowing sometimes, or even feel we know just as much as them, But in reality they are the ones that were our ages too yinno, and experienced what they preach. Sometimes we get caught up in situations, where we got to choose between 2, and we make certain sacrifices for what we feel is right.. Im not saying I'm right, 'cus I could be wrong.. don't get it twisted...But Maybe your dad wasn't so wrong after all, I'm just saying. There's always two sides to a story, and right now you're literally angry, and built on assumptions at this point. I would say the best thing to do, is to actually go back, and hear what he at least has to say. Because check this out, even Principal Dick spares us a minute or 2 at times, to simply hear what we have to say. Then he goes ahead and makes a decision. So Why can't you do the same?