Hidden (Urban Story)

Chapter 4

Triana

What the hell is wrong with Quinton? I understand that he’s pissed and alla that but dang, he doesn’t have to treat me like shit.

“Don’t take it personally Tri; he is going through some shit right now. He just has a lot on his mind, as we all do at this point.” Deandre tried to explain to me on Quinton’s behalf.

“I get that and all but that’s no excuse as to why he keeps brushing me off and being disrespectful towards me. I guess I will just give him his space then.” I suggested.  When my brother is ready he will come to me. I’m just gunna stop bothering him until then.

“That makes sense. Just give him time. Shit, you don’t even know how weird shit was today.” Ra’Quan chimed in.

“Y’all need to tell me what happened, cause I almost had a fuckin panic attack the whole time y’all were gone. I don’t even think you understand what woulda happened if y’all did not come back. Momma would go ballistic and I would probably die from stressing myself out.” I told them as I began to make my way back into the house. They just laughed like they thought this was funny. I was dead ass.

“That ain’t funny” I told them seriously.

“I know it’s not, but shit sometimes you gotta laugh or else you gon’ cry man.” Deandre said. Cry? I’ve never seen them cry. That would be like hell freezing over and shit. I guess all them times they were laughing at shit that wasn’t supposed to be funny it was them tryna keep from crying. -_- Yeah right.

“Whatever. When you guys come to a decision on whether or not you gon’ tell me what happened I will be in my room sleeping.” I told them as I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom.

“What about me you bitch!” Kayleeya yelled up the stairs. Shit I forgot she was even here still.

“You can go to sleep too hoe!” I yelled back. I heard her kiss her teeth. I snickered a bit to myself before I hopped in my bed. Not too long after my head hit the pillow was I knocked out.

Quinton

Ever since I got home and just locked myself in my room, my mind has been running 100 mph.  I keep second guessing my decision which is something I never do. Did I do the right thing in agreeing to this shit? If I didn’t agree would we have made it out alive? I know this guy has an ulterior motive but what is it? I keep telling myself I’m doing the right thing but I just don’t know. I need to sit down and have a talk with my family. Especially Triana, I’ve been treating her like a bitch since we’ve come back and I know she hates that, but shit I’m going through a lot right now. I got up off my bed and made my way downstairs. I saw Deandre, Ra’Quan, Kayleeya and my momma just sitting, talking and enjoying each other’s company. They all looked at me when I came down the stairs but didn’t say anything to me.

“Hey momma what’s up? How was work today?” I asked my mother as I went to sit by her and kissed her on her cheek. I love my momma. I would do so much for the woman if she asked me too, even if she didn’t ask I still would.

“It was good baby. I’ve been promoted to assistant manager so I will be bringing home a lot more money.” My ma is a nurse at an old folk’s home. She has been making $31 an hour, after getting promoted I guess that’s going to go up some more. I’m proud of her. Making her own money and hustling as a single parent.

“I’m proud of you momma. That sounds amazing actually.” I told her sincerely.

“Thank you. What’s not amazing is how you’ve been talking to and treating your sister.” She said turning to me with a serious face. I looked at Deandre, Ra’Quan and Kayleeya and glared at all of em. The fuck they tell her that for?

“Why do you keep talking to her like that? You know how much she looks up to you and shit?” She asked me.

“Yea, I know, I was just going through a lot of things.” I responded.

“I understand that, I was told the story and yea it may have been a dumb choice agreeing to what you agreed to, however if y’all didn’t we probably wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation now would we? I’ve raised y’all to lean on each other in your time of need not to push each other away. Your daddy taught me that.” She told me in all seriousness. I knew how much she missed my pops. They were like Bonnie and Clyde, when he died she did her best to raise three boys and a girl on her own. I’m just glad I had a relationship with my dad and he cared about me. How many people in the hood can say that?

“Yea, I know. I’m sorry.” I told her honestly. My dad was the kind of person that when anyone in our family had a fight he would lock us in a room together until we fixed things between us, if we didn’t the belt would be coming out and we had too. My dad I guess has seen one too many siblings turn into enemies.

“Don’t apologize to me, go upstairs and apologize to your sister, then bring her downstairs and we gon’ eat dinner.” She said. I did as I was told going upstairs and knocking on my sister’s door.

“Come in.” She replied sleepily. I opened her room door and made my way in. I took a seat on her bed as I prepared myself for what I had to say. She opened one of her eyes and when she realized that I wanted to talk she yawned, stretched and sat up on the bed.

“I wanna apologize for the way I’ve been talking to you today. I understand you were only tryna be there for me and I shouldn’t have lashed out on you.” I expressed to her.

“You are forgiven. I don’t like seeing any of y’all upset. I realize it may not have been the best time to fire off so many questions, but after I just seen my brothers taken away by gun point and thrown in the back of an SUV and then for y’all to come back hours later, I’m gunna wanna know what the fuck happened!” She explained to me. I saw where she was coming from, because if the tables were turned I woulda demanded some answers right away.

“I feel you, and I will do my best to not snap on you twice in one day. Can I get a hug?” I asked. It was another method my dad use to say was effective. She gave me a hug and started smiling mad hard.

“Anyway enough of this emotional shit! I’ma thug, thugs don’t do this shit!” I told her jokingly. She busted out laughing.

“Nigga you aint no thug!”

“Ya whatever anyways come downstairs momma cooked dinner and she wants us all to come down.”

“Alrighty.” She hopped out of bed and made her way down the stairs with me.

“Good y’all are on good terms again.” Deandre said.

“Umhm, now I heard momma made food! Shit, let’s eat! Where the food at?” She said louder than she needed to.

“Yo Triana, if you keep cussin in my house I’ma slap the taste out yuh mouth!” My ma yelled from the kitchen. We all laughed and Triana frowned as we made our way to the kitchen where she was.  I love my family. Family is the only thing we got.

So here’s another chapter. I would like to update more often but between school and work I can only update when I get some free time. But I won’t leave my readers hanging.

Anywhoooot!

Momma gets promoted!

Quinton is second guessing his decision!

Quinton apologizes to Triana and Triana accepts!

Momma don’t play!

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