Islan wasn't anything special, in his eyes. He was poor, always in trouble and not good at much but women. He desired nothing more than finding a way to take care of his family.
Tre came from a wealthy family. He dated the finest girl in town. He h...
"Come on Pea!" I stand up, yelling into my hands, to project my voice. She did some type of run, twist, and flip in the air, then landed perfectly on her feet.
Then she points and winks at me running backwards.
Tre smiles. "Y'all have such a close bond."
"That's my baby, she just growin up on me." I continue watching her cheer.
"Maybe we can take her to get something to eat after this?"
"Yeah, she loves food." Tre pulls out his phone and I notice he stops smiling.
"What's up?"
"My dad said we need to talk."
"Don't gotta be a bad thing." I try to make him less worried.
"It is. It's never a hey son, just wanted to say I love you talk." He replies to the message.
"Maybe, cause you ain't been home." We're both guilty of that. We've been cooped up in the lake house for a week now, like bears in hibernation.
"I know it's that and who knows what else."
I sit down on the bleachers. "Hey, let's not think about that shit right na. You know I ain't lettin you go by yo self."
"If you come he will-"
"Think I give a fuck Tre? I said um comin. I can wait in another part of the house. You not goin alone..so say whatever." His shoulder arm leans into mine.
"Not gonna fight you on wanting to protect me."
"Need a hug?" I whisper.
"Yeah."
"Follow me." I stand up and carefully jog down the bleachers. I go into the restroom. I wait for a few seconds and he enters. I open the stall door and pull him in with me. I quickly bring him into my embrace. "It's gonna be aaight, don't sweat it."
"Trying not to."
I sit down on the toilet and pull him onto my lap. "Why don't you ever fight back?"
"He's my dad."
"I get obedience but you his seed, not his damn dog. You need to just pop his ass one good time. You not a kid Tre. You don't have to take that shit no more." I rub my hand across his stomach.
