Streetz 2: The Tried

8. Change Can Make You

"How you feelin' man?" 

"I'm straight, it ain't that bad up in this bitch,"

I sat up in bed and sighed. This was my second phone call with Ohaji and most of the reason I even called was that there was a lot of guilt there. I felt guilty. I wished he wouldn't have taken a deal. I know that deep down, he felt like he was doing the right thing. Considering how we were brought up and looked out for one another, I understood it completely. It just shouldn't have gone this far.

"Deidra called you yet?"

"Nah, she hasn't. She made a post on Facebook though, livin' it up in my shit." I had saw the post too but at the time I didn't think anything of it. Deidra was always the flashy type. She made shit look good on the outside because the inside was rotting as hell. 

I rolled my eyes, "Well enough about her, Cane shot me a text. He supposed to be meetin' up with you Friday."

"Alright, I appreciate it, bro."

I talked to O for a few more minutes before ending the phone call. I prayed for him in silence, showered, and headed downstairs for breakfast. 

Ohaji was handling being locked up a lot better than I was. We had Cane on his payroll, helping him finish the case he had started with me. Cane was good, so Ohaji felt like he was in good hands. I felt like that was all an act though. He would never admit what was really going through that head of his so the only thing I could do was pray for his mental and keep being there for him.

"Good morning," Auntie Shante yawned, eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Good morning," I sat down at the table, "No breakfast?"

"Nope, a bowl of cereal wouldn't hurt." 

I chuckled and grabbed a box of fruit loops.

"Uh uh," She snatched the box from my hands, "We don't open more than one box around this bitch."

I looked down at her short ass, "I don't want no cinnamon toast crunch."

"And what's wrong with that?"

I couldn't really tell if she was serious or not, "Auntie, I'm gonna eat some fruit loops. Can I have the box back?"

"No."

I sighed, growing frustrated, "Please?"

Now, I could've waltzed downstairs and fumbled with her pots and pans to make myself some breakfast, sat at the table and smacked loudly to annoy her ass. However, in a black household, we don't play about the kitchen, so I was trying to show some respect. But you not about to tell me what I can and cannot eat, I don't give a damn who you are.

"Good mornin'" Uncle Calvin walked in, already high as a kite, "What's up nephew?"

"What's up," I grunted, putting the issue behind me. I'll just eat air.

Uncle Calvin kissed Shante on the lips and brushed passed me, grabbing the box of fruit loops she had placed on the table, out of my reach. I watched him open the bag and grab the carton of milk. I observed her for a second, only because she hadn't uttered a word to him yet tried to give me slight hell for it.

Shante finished her cereal, rolled her eyes at her husband, and walked out.

"You want some cereal nephew?"

I went for a cup of orange juice and shook my head, "Nah, auntie just chewed my head bout that shit."

"She'll get over it," He shrugged, "Her ass always mad."

"What she mad about it?"

"She a woman, so it could be anythin', hell." 

I glanced at my phone and read a text message. I downed my orange juice and grabbed my bag.