"You're in over your head," Stacy says.
I plop two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches down on the cluttered dining room table and holler,
"Jayson, Kay, come and eat!" Stacy switches her hips and folds her arms as she glares at me.
"J, don't fuckin' ignore me. I'm serious about this shit. You've been rolling up there to that damn hospital long enough. That nigga ain't your problem, and I'm sorry to say, but your girl Brielle is as fucked up in that damn mental hospital." I cut my eyes over at her as the kids run to the table.
Stacy throws her hands up. "Sorry, but I'm keeping it one hundred. Stop running your ass up there, tryna play inch high private eye for Le'Shelle. The girl is our leader and shit, but everybody knows her lightbulb ain't screwed in too tight. When you deal with crazy, you get crazy."
"I know that," I say, shaking my head. "But it ain't like I got a choice."
Kobe strolls his ass into the mix.
"Fuck. Niggas always got choices. You got to learn how to make the right ones."
Stacy gestures toward our brother like, See? I roll my eyes and try to storm away from the table, but my sister blocks my path.
"We ain't done talking," she says, rocking her neck.
"I don't know why. I done said all I have to say."
"And what's that? I'm a stupid muthafucka? Is that what you're saying? Because that's what I'm hearing." Stacy turns toward Kobe.
"What about you, bruh?"
"Not only that but you have 'Re-Re' stamped across your forehead."
Insulted, I reach over and pop him on the arm. "I'm not retarded !"
"Then how about you stop acting like it?"
Like a couple of parakeets, Jayson and Kay start pounding their hands on the table and chanting with their mouths stuffed with peanut butter.
"RE-RE! RE-RE! RE-RE!"
I mush Jamie in the back of the head.
"Y'all shut the hell up and eat your lunch."
The kids giggle while I roll my eyes and try to get past my sister, but she and Kobe still ain't budging.
"C'mon, y'all. I got to get going if I'm gonna go."
"That's the whole fuckin' point," Stacy says, now mushing me in the center of my forehead.
"You ain't going no more. Game is game, but family is family and I'm putting my foot down on this."
I grind my teeth.
Stacy looks ready to whup my ass.
"You can catch an attitude all you want, lil girl, but I'm doing this to save your hardheaded ass. I ain't gonna be the one to tell Grandma that your ass is in the morgue because of some other bitch's bullshit."
Kobe shakes his head. "I can't figure out why those crooked hooks let you stroll up in the hospital to see that nigga any damn way. How the fuck you gettin' a Cartel Lord pass?"
His boys in the living room playing on the PlayStation pause their shit and eyeball me in my damn mouth.
"Like I said, they know that I'm best friends with Brielle. Everybody knows how Dice loves her ass, so they're letting me slide."
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Memphis Streets 2 (Urban)
Ficção Geral**READ MEMPHIS STREETS FIRST** Revenge is now a sweet opportunity. Le'shelle is still gunning for the number one spot in her man heart Snake, no matter who she hurts in the process. After years of being together, will she finally have what it takes...
