Chapter 13: Back to Life Back to Reality

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Kane Perez

I woke up at my grandmas house. Miss Jones to be exact.

After finding out my dad is... finna die bro i been loosing myself. Its been 2 weeks, August coming to an end and im missing my family. He cant kill this Ron nigga which means i cant go home.

As i was walking down the stairs, i heard my grandma crying on the phone. I stopped at the top of the stairs to listen.

"Chile and her baby is on his way too, this too much ALLAH MAKE IT RIGHT" she screamed and cried on the phone. What happened?

"Just bring everyone here, Kane should be up soon i'll tell him and we can just prepare ourselves" a few more okays and she hung up.

I crept down the stairs, "you good mama" i asked her

She turned to me, wiping the tears off her face "hi baby come hea and sit wit ya grandmotha" i sat at the dining room table with her. She served me some pancakes and OJ.

Shit smack. "Whats up mama"

I started eating because she paused before replying to me, "momma flock is dead"

I stopped eating i stared up at my grandmother. Momma flock? She aint dead that's impossible! She's invincible she cant die.

I chuckled, "no thats not true" i looked at her and she held her stare. "Grandma died?" I asked again and she nodded.

Oh no. "Come here baby" she wrapped her arms around me and i felt a feeling in my chest. The same feeling i felt when i found out ron had hit my sister. Same feeling i felt when i was old enough to know what happened to my mom.

I cried and screamed in anger. Why is everything i love being taken from me? "NO SHES NOT DEAD" i threw the plate of pancakes

"NASIR STOP IT" miss jones yelled. She called me by my middle name whenever i lashed out.

My anger is... some wild shit worda bro.

I ran upstairs into my room and grabbed a jacket and shoes and my phone. "NASIR WHERE ARE YOU GOING" she yelled to me.

I just walked wit my airpods in. The cold ass august wind in new york made my face red and my tears solid. Shit its so Brick out hea.

I stood outfront DD crib before knocking, "whats up bro" he answered, "yo what happened?"

"Bro let me in its brick out hea" i told him. He let me in and after speaking to his moms, sat in his room.

"Whats up bro" he asked

"My grandmuva passed bro" i never cry round the guys. But fuck im fucked up right now. I cant call my dad.. i cant call my mom and shit my siblings aint gon say shit but its gon be okay.

"Damn" he came over to hug me, "im sorry bro" he hugged me tight and rubbed my back

When we let go i just hung my head, "everything i love being taken from me bro, my moms, my sister, my dad now my grandmuva.. im boutta lose my shit ku" i told him

"Man i know how that shit is. And you aint out here no more so its not like we could solve da issue you feel me so shit I understand bro" he said to me and i nodded.

"Exactly thats why i just came over here bro i needed to talk to my bro cos my family right now is all fucked up" i told him truthfully, "got a nigga feelin like he need therapy" i joked and he laughed.

He chuckled, "you stupid yo" he said "yo you seen that nigga Dotty talking bout you ku?" he asked and i screwed up my face.

"Fuck is dotty?" I asked and he unlocked his phone and showed me some video.

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