Dontrell's POV:
It's a Friday night and I'm in the house babysitting Lamar, he has Jamir stressed, he dropped out of school, won't leave the house, he hardly leaves their bedroom.
I walked down the stairs of the Nyong'o house going in to the kitchen where Lamar was sitting with a half eaten burger and glass of wine in front of him.
I took in his outfit I know it's late in the evening but after what happened he hasn't worn anything except for Jamir's clothes and it's usually a hoodie and sweat pants like right now..
"You cool." I asked a spaced out Lamar.
He flinched slightly, "What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you sneaking up on me like that." He snapped.
"I didn't, I've been standing here for a couple of minutes now, you just didn't notice." I said sitting down next to him.
He looked over at me with low red eyes, I guess he must have had more than one glass of wine.
I guess he's trying to drink his problems away.
He flashed me a playful smirk, "you looking like a snack," he leaned over sniffing, "you smell good too, who you trying to look cute for cause your nigga is out with mine probably showing out with their little whoring selves." He said taking a sip from his almost empty glass.
I ignored his last sentence, the Nyong'o brothers wouldn't cheat on us even if we each gave them a pass.
"Mane, I look like how I normally look." I said chuckling, I'm not even that dressed up, I have on a pair of jeans, a Naruto t-shirt and black and white Adidas shoes.
"You look good in whatever you put on." He said turning away from me.
I felt my cheeks heat up at his compliment, I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from blushing.
"I thought we could have our own night out as in-laws, get something to eat and drink."
"In-laws...." He let out a genuine laugh throwing his head back.
I don't know wants funny because we're in-laws.
He turned back to me with a wide smile, "your ass is a little late to the party." He said picking up the wine bottle topping up his glass.
"Pour me a glass, I can call the others and we could have a sleep over and watch horror movies and rom coms all night." I suggested.
He slid a wine glass over to me, "my social battery is really low right now but you can go ahead and go hang out with your friends, I know Jamir told you to watch me but you don't have too, I'm not a danger to myself."
"Do you want to talk about it." I asked.
What happened with his dad is taking a toll on him, I can see why Jamir is worried even if Lamar doesn't see it, he's going to break sooner than later.
"There's nothing to talk about." He said.
"Don't tell me that shit, nigga, you dropped out of school, won't talk to Jason your best friend, you've lost weight and those dark circles under your eyes are a clear indication of how sleep deprived you are, I know your parents disowned you and that must be hard for your mental." I said.
He chuckled, "of course I'm not fine but I have wine, I can't change the fact that I'm homeless, penniless. I'm pretty much a hobo right now but it is what it is, there's nothing I can really do about it now." He said sipping his wine.
"It's been a month, have you tried talking to your mother maybe she can talk to your father for you."
"I tried but my mother is as heartless and ruthless as my father when it comes to what they perceive as betrayal." He said with a shrug.
