West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

31• Run From The Moon To Catch The Sun Quicker

"So...you working at a strip club!?" Denzel's mom asked in a soft tone.

"No! It was only for a little bit. It's not like I wanted to!" I exclaimed. "Mom, don't be mad at us. We were under pressure and had no choice."

"What do you mean under pressure?! Do I need to get the police involved?"

"NO! No, don't! Can we please put this behind us? I'm sorry, we both are and I know if my grandma heard about this she would be just as mad as you."

She crossed her arms. "Just help we understand. Denzel ain't afraid of no niglet. I know that but why did he agree to sell bricks and pot?"

"Like I said mom, we were under pressure! Look, I can apply for a regular job right now and help pay the bills." I said.

"Don't worry about bills honey. I forgive both of y'all. I don't hold grudges but let me hear some shit like that again, you both gonna get it." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Go on and check on Denny."

I rushed to Denzel's room and he was crying silently. I was confused. "Denzel?"

"What?" He turned his back on me.

"Your mom forgave us, we all clear. We just need to find a regular job and we'll be right on track." I sat next to him and hugged him.

"My mom is disappointed in me." He pushed me off. "I don't like hearing that. My mom is my everything and I'll do my best just for her to not say that word."

"Oh..." I shrugged.

"Yeah. Oh. I just need time, get out." He said bluntly.

I made a stank face and got the fuck out. Let this nigga say something some type of way again, he gon get got.
I walked back to the living room and just sat there. No phone and no laptop. I need to get the hell out of Carol City. I really can't stand this place.
   It's hot as hell, Denzel being a lil bitch about something that ain't that deep, I'm bored, I'm nervous about Juggy and those niggas and I don't remember my way around here. A whole bunch of feelings.
   Just gonna look around I guess. I saw a picture of a man in his mid to late twenties on the wall and asked about him.

"Mrs. Curry." I said.

"Hmm?" She came to me.

"Who is that?" I pointed to him.

"My son, Treon Johnson. He died years ago." She smiled at his picture.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Denzel never told me about a brother." I tapped my chin and looked up at his picture.

"Yeah? He doesn't really talk about him."

"He doesn't like to?"

"It's not even that, I really don't know why. He loves his brother and doesn't get sensitive about you know..." Her voice trailed off. I could tell she was struggling to put it in words so I left it alone. I don't wanna ask for the cause of death or anything because it's really none of my business.

"I'm so sorry. That's horrible. Can't imagine loosing anyone that close to me." I said sympathetically.

"I bet. Speaking a family. How's yours? Your grandma?" She sat me down.

"I honestly don't know. I haven't been to Harlem in a while and the last time I called her was about a month ago.

"Toni...that ain't good. Why don't you call her sometime today? I'm sure she'll love to hear your voice again."

"Yeah. I'll keep it in my head." I thought about it.