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...
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Love could lose. Maybe, it's suppose to win, or we're conditioned to believe that. Maybe, it's us who lose love. Trying is tiring, fighting is...well, tiring. "Don't give up" starts over and plays annoyingly in my mind. Who doesn't give up on me, though? -Johnnisha Whitfield
Tre ~~~~~~~~
It felt strange knocking on the door of my old home. Truthfully, I was only doing this for Islan and he didn't even want me. Still, here I was about to interrogate my dad. It's been a couple weeks since visiting Islan and he had only texted once to check in and he was short. I replay that day over and over in my mind, and I don't know how things took such a terrible turn. It's like he's mad at me for sticking by his side...I thought that was what he wanted.
Can I take a minute to say my heart is confused and my mind can't comprehend where to go from here. I still made sure he had money for commissary because maybe he created come crazy theory in his head that by pushing me away, my dad will not bother him anymore and I'll go back home.
I'll be honest, the things he hypothetically spoke about doing, it did scare me. It did make me feel nauseated, I can't picture him being that person. His eyes even went dark when he was saying it. I just wanted love to be enough to keep him happy. That place was changing him, and I refused to let that happen.
My old friends reached out and after I leave my dad, we're all going to go out for drinks and golfing at this popular spot. I still haven't told them I was gay now, but I wasn't too hung up on that, they didn't judge.
When the door opens I'm met with a warm smile. "Tre, my sweetheart." Mi Jean opens her arms.
"Mi Jean." I step into the house and hug her neck.
"I was wondering why I was told to make your favorite tonight. I wanted to believe it was because you'd be coming home. My how things are different without you around here." She steps back to take me all in. "Will you stay until Thanksgiving?" I reach back to pull the door closed.
I put my hands in my jacket pocket. "Probably not Mi Jean. I'm sorry."
"That's a shame. I been working here since your mom got pregnant with you. We never missed a holiday together. You know you love the way I make dressing and smothered turkey wings."
I close my eyes, mouth watering. "Oouuu...that homemade turkey gravy, poured all over my dressing, turkey and mashed potatoes. Nobody gets down like you in that kitchen." I touch her shoulder. "I had to get away
