Counseling My Thug (Discontinued)

~Chapter 21~

                                                                                            Trey's POV

"Well hello....son." He says, giving me a wicked grin. Lashay is practically shivering beside me and I wonder to myself what he has done to her.

"Don't call me your son. I don't fucking claim you, you sick bitch." I spit out and he chuckles to himself. His eyes travel over to Lashay and I quickly take off my jacket and wrap it around her.

"Go stand by the crew baby." I mumble to her, never tearing eye contact with the nigga that I use to call my father. She nods and quickly walks over by them. Jerry comforts her before escorting her out of the room. Now it was just me and him left in here.

"Why you doing this shit? And why you bringing my girl into any of it?" I ask while keeping my hand on the gun in my waistband. I know it's sad to say, but I don't even trust my own "father".

"I just wanted to see you son. And I figured we brought your bitch into it, it would make you show up."

My jaw tightens and I pull my gun out of my waistband and point it at him.

"You don't call my girl no bitch. You understand?" I say and he laughs like I said some fucking joke. I cock the gun back and his laugher goes to an immediate halt.

"What happened? Shit wasn't funny then huh?" I ask and he smirks again.

"Never thought I'll see the day that you'll actually grow some balls and be a man. But your going to choose to stand up to me and point a gun at me over some bitch?"

I point my gun at his leg and pull the trigger. He cries out and pain while falling to the ground and clutching his leg.

"You thought I was fucking around when I said don't call her a bitch? Now why the fuck does she have all these damn bruises on her? You still the same pussy nigga that hit on women?" I ask and he looks up at me with pain in his eyes but I don't give a fuck. This is my payback for all the times that he use to abuse our mother and even abuse me at times.

"I'm didn't hit her. I actually saved her ass. My workers were about to murder her." He groans out and I walk over in front of him before squatting down to his level.

"What they tryna kill her for?"

"She killed Feo. That was our best dealer. Stabbed him in the stomach with his own damn pocket knife. She almost got away with it. Too bad our vents got cameras in it." He says and I look at him in shock.

Lashay? Lashay Dixon killed somebody?

"So you actually going do some shit or sit here and ask me 20 fucking questions." He says before groaning in pain.

"I want to know why you wanted to talk to me. I'm here, so speak."

He sighs and looks up at me, trying to fight off the pain in his leg.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry man. I'm sorry about how I treated your mother, Lord knows I loved that woman. I just had a fucked up way of showing it. I'm sorry for putting my hands on you too, even though you were trying to protect your mom like I taught you too. I'm just- I'm sorry." He says and grunts in pain while holding his leg.

I show no emotion and look at him stone faced.

"Sorry don't solve everything damn thing. "Sorry" let me beat your mom into a pulp. "Sorry" let me put my wife and kids out in the cold and on the Detroit streets. "Sorry" let me walk out of your lives and leave your mother to take care of two of her children." I say and I feel the emotions start to come up. I quickly push them back down. I can't be up here crying like a little bitch over this.