Chapter 2.
( February 2011 )
August
I looked at ma'self inna mirror runnin' ma' hand on da' stupid ass gash. It was long as da fuck and you had ta be da' dumbest muthafucka alive ta' not know somebody sliced ma' ass. But lucky fa' me, it wasn't as bad as befo'.
"Puss ass niggas man,"
I wasn't too acceptin' of ma' scar but a nigga alive. I smiled at da fact dat I got in nem niggas ass: no homo. They wasn't really bout it like I was and they chose da' wrong nigga ta' fuck wit. My brudda ain't did shit ta' deserve what happened ta'em but he still got shot. Killed. He gone cause dem niggas took'em from me, from ma' family and from his own family.
My people took da' news hard but it was clear as day dat I couldn't function knowin' dat went down da' way it went down. Da' stupid dumb ass police ain't do shit eitha' knowin' they ain't care from jump. So I got justice da' way I thought it should've been. Me wit' a few cuts and bruises hea' and dea' and bukoo' of dem niggas wit' bullets in they system.
Little did I know, dat was round da time ma' mama was gettin' ti'ed of me. She claimed she couldn't handle me lashin' out, sellin', bein' out da' house late knowin' what happened ta' ma brudda, and jus' bein' plain ol'Aug. Whole time, I blamed ha' fucked up ass husband. He was onn'at shit too, so far gone off it. But I guess I was jus' too much of a burden on ha', so she kicked me ta' da curb.
"We bookin' da flight ta'day?"I could hea' ma Teedy ask my Unc in da kitchen.
I was jus' walkin' outta da room I was 'spose ta' be stayin' in. It ain't no two story house so you'ca hea' erry'thang in dis' bitch.
"Yeah,"he sighed,"but you know that boy ain't comin' wit' us."
"Yea, I know. Sheila say she'on wun'em comin' down while he still actin' da way he actin'."
"And I agree wit' ha. Da' boy outta control and hard head. Ion even kno' why ya' volunteered fa' him ta' come ova' hea' knowin' how he is,"
"But at da' same time it's a whole different environment. He can't get inna trouble out'hea. Not when he barely even know anybody,"My Teedy said, befo' I decided I heard enough.
Dat was da' end of they convo cause I let ma' presence be known. I walked inna kitchen, grabbed a wata' and stood thea', waitin' fa' dem' ta keep talkin'.
"Hey Aug,"Teedy closed ha' laptop,"wassup?"
"Wazzup wit'chall?"I looked between da' two'a'em."Y'all mighty quiet."
"It's our house, we'ca speak when we want to-"My Uncle decided to say.
"Baby,"She tried ta' stop him from speaking.
"No. Let his lil' wanna be thug ass hea' me. You'ca sit up hea' and be booted up all day fa' all I care, but what'chu not bouta do is pull dat shit you pulled ova' dea' wit Shei. Na, we givin' you da' benefit of da' doubt right na, but'chu need to straighten up. What happened ta' ya' brotha' not supposed to-"
"Man shut up!"I flung my arms up pointin' ma finga' in his face,"you'n know shit bout' ma brudda & you damn sho' don't know shit bout me!"
"You betta' watch who da' fuck you screamin' at la'boy!"He stood to his feet, comin' in ma' face.
"Yall two cut it out,"My Teedy came between the two'a us, pushin' us apart,"break it da' fuck up."
"Dawg whateva,"I shrugged ma' booksack on befo' leavin' out da kitchen.
They always manage ta' blow me in some kinda way. I guess ma' Teedy husband (my Unc) feel some typa' way since I gotta crash wit' dem fa' a while but he betta stop playin' wit me befo' I dawg him out. He been fuckin' wit' me since I got innis' bitch and I got a feelin' he ain't gone stop till' I blow da' fuck up.
