High Fidelity

6. she is not the sister

Wilson James Taylor

"Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor, it's like erotic; Ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic. I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics; Up and down like a roller coaster--" I was rapping along to 'How do U want it' in the shower then it somehow turned down.

"What the?" I mumbled, rinsing the soap off my body.

"Wilson, honey, I need to talk to you," I heard my mother's voice say.

"Don't disrespect Tupac like that," I huffed.

All of a sudden, in walked my mother. She tidied up my bathroom and let out a sigh that I knew she was going to keep up until I finally asked what was on her mind.

"Mom," I barked, looking at her through the glass.

"Oh, I'm not looking at you," she hissed, flicking her wrist. "Not like I haven't seen it before."

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I dried off, feeling uncomfortable.

"I said I need to talk-"

"No," I huffed, pushing her out of the bathroom, "what are you doing in my bathroom?"

She sat on my bed and put a hand to her cheek. "It's your father.  We had a fight; he's insufferable lately. I just don't know what to do?"

I stood in the closet, listening while out of her view, as I threw on some shorts and a dark grey long sleeve.

My hair in my face as I looked down into a drawer for a pair of white Nike socks, I pushed it back.

"I wish you'd get a hair cut already, Wilson. Something that says you're grown - like your father," she said. I knew that was coming.

I threw my head back and mocked her jabbering with my hand, downing the rest of my pre-workout.

She laughed lightly and chucked a pillow my way.

"Can you stop trying to make me like him, I'm not Dad or his shadow. And the women love my hair," I let her know.

She followed me to the kitchen and cut her eyes.

"Focus, Wilson, this is about me," she sighed.

I chuckled lightly and looked at my phone. A text from Hunter read:

food???

My stomach was growling, so I agreed.

I replied:

On my way

I looked up from my phone after switching between apps just to see my mother still going on.

Bored, I faked a yawn.

"Alright, I gotta go," I said, kissing her head as I walked around the island.

"Will," she grumbled after me. "Are you going to see that girl again?"

My head tossed back in annoyance. "Yes, mother."

She stopped me at the black door and gave me that motherly look like she knew there was something I wasn't telling her. And she's right.

No one really knew about Anna, just that she was Hunter's sister. Damian and Omar knew about her because they caught her leaving my house one day.

My parents asked who I had been spending so much time with and I let them know I met someone - Anna. They basically fucking interrogated me and I let it slip that she's a dancer. Yeah, they didn't like that too well, said me being with a stripper would ruin our image. As much as I tried defending her, they were right, Anna's pretty fucked up.