*WARNING: This book is extremely unorganized and unedited*
"You knew what your dad was going to my family!!" I yelled snatching my arm out of his grip. "No I didn't. All i knew was that he was getting out." He said. "Besides let's not pretend that y...
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"We're here what happened?" Chelle said once she and Freddie got situated. "Have either you talked to Des or Maurice?" I asked them. "No," Chelle said. "Not since early this morning," Freddie said. "Why what happened?" He added.
"So, the other day my dad called a family meeting, right. So, we could air all our issues and whatnot. Tell me why Claire completely goes off on me?" I said watching as their eyes went wide.
"You're lying," Freddie said. "I shit you not. She went on about how she hates being my sister." I said. "What?" Chelle said shocked. "And the fucked-up thing about it is she went off on me because she was pissed at Tron and his family," I explained.
"What do you mean?" Chelle asked. "Tron's family are pissed that he got her pregnant," I said. "Well, I mean it takes two to do the do," Freddie said waving his hand. "Right, so what are they even talking about?" Chelle questioned. "That's the thing they weren't upset that he got a woman pregnant, but they were pissed that she happened to not be black." I elaborated.
"What did Tron say? I know he checked them." Freddie said nodding his head. I looked at them both with a straight face. "Bitch I know damn well—," Chelle began but stopped. "He didn't say anything. Not a single thing." Freddie said in disbelief. "Not a fucking word but had the balls to try and tone police me," I said shaking my head.
"But that doesn't explain why she came at you. You literally had nothing to do with their situation." Chelle said. "Exactly! But instead of sticking up for Claire and their kid Tron brought up my family. Which led to them asking him why he couldn't have gotten with me instead. And no offense to Tron but hell no." I huffed. Chelle and Freddie both laughed. "Stop being mean just because you're upset," Freddie said swatting me.
"I'm not being mean. The guys I've dated may disgust me now, but they never let their parents talk about me crazy right to my face. Now did one let his trashy baby mama and her parent's come at me yes, but never his own parents." I said making them both scream with laughter.
"But because Claire's man didn't correct his family when I was mentioned she felt away and directed it at me. Trying to blame me for all her problems." I griped.
"That is so fucked up," Freddie said. "Well—," Chelle trailed. I looked over at her questioning. "What do you mean well?" I asked. "Should she have come at you—no. Her issue was with Tron and his family, obviously. But—," "But what?" I said.
"She is one of two white people in her immediate home. And maybe she never mentioned it to you, but I've talked to her once or twice about growing up in a predominantly black home. And she said it was hard." Chelle tried to explain. I rolled my eyes, but I sat quietly.
"You and I both know how people always tried to play her like she was scary. She said that it was hard to be in black spaces but seen as an outsider because she wasn't black. I don't think she should have gone off on you but she's your sister and should be given some leniency maybe." Chelle said with a shrug. I sighed annoyed. "What are you thinking?" Freddie asked.
