Family Lies

True

"What's wrong witchu?" I pushed Tré's arm. Usually she was the one asking me that because everybody loved to say True was the one with the fucked up attitude. But truthfully, it ain't even like that with me. I don't got a fucked up attitude. But if I see something that's fucked up, then I gotta say that's fucked up. If I see somebody that's fucking up, then I gotta tell them yo you fucking up. Hell, for at least twelve years I been doing all I could to protect this girl right here because we started this life shit together and I'd be damned if I watched it get the best of her while there's anything I could do about it. Being on go just became some kind of reflex I guess.

"Yo sis," I pushed Tré's arm again. She finally looked over at me, but like she wanted to push me off the kitchen stool I sat on. "What's goin' on witchu?" She simply shrugged and sighed. 

"Well if you figure it out let a nigga know. That twin telephonically bullshit is a myth, I don't know what the fuck goin' on witchu." 

Tré rolled her eyes so hard she looked possessed almost. "Telepathy. It's called twin telepathy you dumbass. And it's not a myth you'd just have to have an IQ to do it." She poked her finger into the side of my head and I smacked her hand as she got up to walk away. 

"Bitches man," I mumbled while shaking my head. "What was that you said boy?" Irving's voice came out of nowhere and I turned around to see his light bright ass looking like a live action angry Thomas the train.

"I ain't say shit," I said nonchalantly before going to turn back around. But this fool had the nerve to part his lips to me again. "We don't use that kinda language in this house boy. Especially not towards the women." No this bitch ass nigga didn't. I shook my head as I hopped to my feet and turned towards Irving. I approached him slowly while giving him a quick once over. "It's funny you say that. Cuz... if I'm not mistaken... it was you that called my mama a lyin' cheatin' ass hoe. Wasn't it?" I asked as I cracked my knuckles and threw my head to the side. Irving started breathing all heavy like he was actually thinking about touching me. "I nev—," I cut him off, "I dare you to lie and say you didn't. You didn't box her like she was a man that was just as big and tall and strong as you were right here? Or what about over there?" I pointed over towards the staircase in the front entryway. "Or maybe... over there? Man that one... that fight was crazy," I started while pointing my finger right past his face toward the living room."

"Pushed her into that wall so hard that TV just fell right on her head."

My gaze returned to Irving to find his eyes angry yet unmoved and his stance tense yet very still. He clasped his hands in front of him while looking up at the ceiling.

"Me and Dot ain't like that no more. Ard? We go to therapy and shit like that now. We talk."

"Well that must have been a real dramatic change for you, huh? Going from talkin' with your hands and all."

"When your woman wants to die instead of makin' it work with you that makes everything easier," he said through clenched teeth, finally looking down at me. I chuckled. "Everything but gettin' them bastard ass kids that ain't yours back. Right?" I waited for a response that it seemed like I was never gonna get. "I just wanna know one thing Irving... do you know you raped my mama too?"

"I never did Dottie like that! Her or nobody else, that ain't my twist," he said in his own defense.

"But you did. Every time you stepped in that court room. You knew you wasn't shit but yet you still took away her choice. I wanna know how you could ever think you were worth what we meant to her."

"I was here first my boy."

I shook my head. "And now we see how one bad decision can turn into another and another and another. Congratulations. But I bet you if we was here first... you would have never stood a chance." I walked away and up the stairs to my room.