Something About Him

-12-

Christopher Brown

Pulling into the driveway of my house, I had a weird feeling. A part of me knew that I was about to get into trouble but then another part of me just didn't care.

I get out of the car and take my time to reach the front door and enter the house. Once I do, I was shocked to find that my mother wasn't waiting for me at the door or even waiting to hear me come in.

I search the first floor of the house silently in hopes of finding her, but still- nothing.

Walking upstairs is when things got even weirder. As soon as I reached the top step is when I heard the noises, but once I walk pass her room door I make a 'what the fuck' face cause I can't believe my ears.

I know I'm not hearing moans coming from her room. Nah this can't be right.

I walk to my room just taking everything all in, but not in a silence like I wish that I could have had since the moans and groans seem to still be audible even with me in my bedroom and with the door closed.

Who the hell is my mom fucking?

This don't even sound right. The shit's weird and uncomfortable as hell.

After a few hours passed with me listening to music to bleep out the noises that I'd hate to imagine the scene of, my bedroom door opens and I'm surprised at who it is.

"Pops?" I sort of exclaim with wide eyes. I hop off of my bed and slap hands with him before the two of us engage in a bro-hug. My dad may do a lot of things that disappoint me, but he's still my father and we'll always have some sort of connection.

"It's been a while, son," he says with a hand on the back of my head.

As I pull away from our hug, I ask, "How are you here?"

"Well Thanksgiving is a few weeks away and since I couldn't come home for the holidays last year I had to make sure I was here this year," he explains. "Holidays are important. We gotta keep this family thang tight."

You gotta be loyal first is what I think to myself but instead I only nod my head.

"So did Mama know you were coming or what?"

"Nope," my father Clinton responds. "I thought I'd surprise her and it worked out well especially cause you weren't here," he says and then laughs.

I frown at the thought of the two of them having sex and shake my head. "That's nasty, pops."

"Well shit, it made you," he jokes bluntly and laughs loudly afterwards.

As his laughter begins to die down, my mother comes into the room and leans against the door frame.

"Happy that your father's finally home, Christopher?"

I chuckle and nod my head. More like I miss having the freedom to do whatever the hell I want to do. Now that he's home, things just might be normal for me.

"We missed you Clinton," Mama smiles and looks at my father and I.

"I missed y'all too," he smiles slightly and I just stand there smiling hard as hell internally.

My father might be selfish when it comes to my mother having associates and going out places, but when it comes to me, he wants for me to be really out there. Any chance that I can get to be out the house, he'll pretty much say yes with no questions asked and he always has final say over my mother. That doesn't sound very good, but it works in my favor.