ACCUSTOMED TO THE GAME.

015.

this chapter contains a lot but
this will give everyone a deeper insight on
Izzy & Ares' relationship.

july 8,2018
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[ AUNT ISABELLA'S HOME ]
AUNT ISABELLA'S BIRTHDAY

"Pops is never fuckin' comin home, accept the shit and move on." Izzy yelled at India who had finally disconnected the jail call. Isabelle slammed her head into her palm trying to tune her kids bickering out. All she wanted to do was have a good time with her sister and the kids weren't helping.

The family seemed to be having a good time but it was all short lived when his mother answered the jail call from his father. His father began making false promises about the things he'd do when he got out and Izzy couldn't hold back on calling him out on his shit. Now he was the bad guy.

"The nigga got fifty-five to life and it's only been five, stop being fuckin delu-."

"He can get out good behavior and when he does, Hopefully you gain some fuckin respect for my daddy and let go of that dumbass grudge you holdin for no reason!" India yelled causing their mother to pull Izzy back only for her to be hit by his elbow

"Get the fuck off me."

Once Isabelle hit the ground, India and Isabella rushed to her aid. Izzy frozen in shock couldn't believe what had just happened. "You always doing dumb shit!" India pushed him

"You don't even know all the shit that happened."

Izzy had been in holding a lot since he was eight years old. Izzy witnessed a lot and he never forgot. Never forgot the times when his mom would cry every night in the living room about their father cheating, watching his father and his 'uncles' do drugs in the kitchen, his father sending him off to his grandmother after he was caught with another woman in the bathroom at Izzy's 9th birthday.

Izzy hated his father growing up, how could he respect a man who made his mother cry herself to sleep every night? How could he disregard him sneaking off with different women who weren't his mother at his birthday parties? How could he give his son away to his grandmother so he could be unfaithful and a drug addict.

Izzy remembered everytime his mother caught his father cheating, the arguments and sending him off to his grandmother. He was so glad to permanently live with her at the age of 10. When she passed away, Izzy was only sixteen at the time and his father had just been sentenced. It was as if hell and heaven had fell upon his life.

"I seen things no eight year old should see!"

"I remember waking up to the hallway being covered in glass, seeing you cry after being verbally abused and physically and you treat that nigga like he a saint!" Izzy was sick of holding this in. "Y'all gon fuckin feel me." He thought to himself.