A Story To Tell | Book 1

.23.

I just wish this whole thing was over...

    "All you gotta do is say the word, Tereny. He'll be gone." Bruce said to me with tempted eyes.

    I looked towards Vic who looked more than happy to throw Tray out of here.

    I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. Tray was staring back at me with pleading eyes. And as bad as I wanted to just dive into his arms, I couldn't find it in me. At that moment, I wanted Tray out of my house. I didn't want to see him ever again. I wanted him gone.

    Yes, I'm not going to lie, I love him so much. And believe me, if I were the same Tereny that I was a month ago, I probably would've gone against Vic and Bruce and pulled Tray upstairs to my bedroom to mend my broken heart. But why would I do that when this man basically showed me and even told me that I wasn't important?

    No doubt, he made me into the woman that I was, but I'm ready to grow up from her. I'm ready to be my own woman. I'm ready to do what's best for me. The crazy part is, I don't even know where to begin. But I do know that the first step is trying to forget about Tray. It hurts right now to think about it. But I know. I know now...after being clueless for so long...Tray is no good for me.

    It took for Bruce to make me realize that. The animosity he held for Tray was crazy, and although I was wrong from the jump, I'd be even more if I accepted Tray's apology and went back to him. Not only did watching Bruce handle Tray like a child have some kind of effect on me, the fact that he was speaking facts made me realize that Tray wasn't a man. But, there was just this fight in me that refused to accept Tray as not being a man when it was he who made me drop the bad habits that I used to have before. He did help me in some situations. I'd be wrong to let him leave. But I'd also be wrong to let him stay. My brother's eyes confirmed that.

    "I'm sorry, Tray." I say, looking down as tears flooded my vision.

    "What? So you're just going to treat me like I'm not shit to you? Like what we had didn't mean a damn thing to you, Tereny?" Tray shouted towards me, walking closer to me. "I took care of you! I was there for you when your family turned their backs on you and this is how you repay me?!" Hearing him throw up my misfortunes at me started to hurt worse to hear than the experience. "The fact that I allowed for you to get so close to me! I did things for you no one else has! I took you around the world! I bought you shit! I helped you pay your fucking bills and I still am helping you and this is the thanks I get?"

    "Man, save that lame shit! Get the fuck out!" Vic shouted, grabbing Tray by his arm.

    "Vic, stop!" I shouted, rushing beside them before things got too aggressive between Tray and him. Lord knows I didn't want to be held responsible if anything was to happen to him while he was here protecting me. It's bad enough all of this is happening because of me.

    "Get the fuck off me!" Tray shouted, shoving Vic into the wall near the door.

    "Ay, blood! The fuck yo problem?" Bruce shouted, shoving Tray in full force into the island table. "You forgot your ass was outnumbered?"

    "So, y'all two mothafuckas just gonna jump me, huh? Don't you forget that I'm the one who taught you how to be the man you are today, lil mothafucka. I can change that shit just as quick. Don't forget it was me who taught you how to shoot a gun." Tray spoke through clenched teeth.

    "No one's using a gun on anyone!" I shout.

    "Man, fuck that!" Vic shouted, holding up a glock.

    My eyes got big, for I'd never seen a gun in real life a day before in the life that I'd lived. And never would I ever have thought that my little brother was carrying one. The fact that a gun was now being held up to Tray's dome scared the hell out of me. I wanted so bad to run up the stares and hide from Vic and that gun because I was so scared.