AUGUST let the words sink as he sat up in the couch with his cold expression, his eyes traveled to both Tommy and Shakurr who feelings suddenly became all over the place . Their face twisted in confusion and sadness as the living room fell in complete and utter silence. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of their breathing. Tommy shot up from the couch breaking the silence as his face contorted with heavy grief and anger.
"Dead? The fuck you mean dead Aug?!!" Tommy shouted his voice filled with panic and anguish. August leaned back in the couch looking Tommy straight in the eyes, his plain face unmoving.
"Exactly what I said, he's dead" He spoke with little to no emotion.
"You think this shit is something you just say out the blue ?! That was our fucking pops!" Tommy unable to believe how nonchalant August sounded.
"I don't think nothing, it's sad I guess but nobody was gone hand him the father of the year award seeing as though he abandoned us for years. Am I suppose to really feel some type of distraught over a man I haven't seen since I was fourteen years old?" Tommy sucked his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Shakurr you hearing this shit?" Tommy asked looking at Shakurr who seemed to be in his own head. He didn't know what to say.
"Huh?" Shakurr answered unaware of what was just said, Tommy kissed his teeth again before looking back at August.
"I don't know why I would even expect you to care that our father died! You the reason he left in the first place! You always gave his ass a hard time, even when he tried his best! You drove him away! He ain't wanna deal with yo fucking attitude! Now you acting like you didn't care! Like the fourteen years he took care of yo' ungrateful ass meant nothing! You got no fucking loyalty."
"Loyalty? Loyalty to a nigga that cheated on our mom multiple times? Loyalty to a nigga that would gamble our rent? Loyal to a nigga that never took care of his responsibilities, he ain't know shit about being a father, he barely knew anything about being a man. And what? You want me to feel grateful? Gratitude? The only thing I'm grateful for is that he left when he did. Yeah I feel bad that he's dead, cause I feel bad that yall truly never got a relationship with him like yall wanted but sad cause he's dead? Not in this life time."
"The fuck is wrong with you? Don't talk about my pops like that!" Tommy snapped stepping forward to August as August sat up in the couch , August lifted his head up looking directly in Tommy eyes. August could see he is extremely angry and hurt , his chest heaving up and down and his fists balled as if he was about to swing. August completely unbothered continue to stare at Tommy, tilting his head to the side a bit before waving Tommy off.
"First thing first before we even continue this conversation? Get your ass outta my face, unball them fist and fix your face. You always was uglier when you frown like that."
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NIGGAS NEED THERAPY.
General Fictionjust three niggas , who happen to be brothers, who need therapy.