Heart Of A Fighter

Slip Ups

No one uttered a single word.

Shavon sat on top of the car with his elbows on his knees, nodding his head as if he was agreeing to something.

Lavender sat on the hood of the car while Damien stood between her legs. His head was on her lap as she fiddled with the stray strands of hair that was out of his man bun.

Her whole life she wanted to know what it would feel like to have a brother before Liam came into her life as a brother figure. For some reason, she never thought about wanting a sister.

The thing is she had one all along. She talked to him--

--argued with him on a daily basis.

Her glare was posted on Angelo as he faced them all. He leaned on the pole, with his legs crossed at the ankle and rubbing his elbow.

How many secrets did this man have to unfold?

How long would it be until he gave the full truth?

"Fuck this and fuck you old man!"

Of course, Shavon would be the one to break the silence.

When did my life get this complicated? She questioned herself, rubbing her temple. This sudden throbbing headache came along with all of her unwanted problems. Lavender looked up at Shavon to see both of his middle fingers sticking up at Angelo.

"What if I slept with him?"

Shavon gave Lavender a dull look. "You know damn right that would've never happened moron."

Which was true, because the way they acted towards each other made it seem impossible to even imagine them having feelings for each other. "There is no possible way that you could be my father. My father is a black man, and he's probably crying himself to sleep right now."

For the first time, the look on Angelo's face went hard. "Listen to me young man, you are my blood. My son. Enron only agreed to be your guardian."

Shavon huffed, folding his arms across his chest with a wicked smirk. "If that's the case, he did more than adopt me."

Lavender let out a laugh filled with humor, finding this ridiculous. "What are we? Half brother and sister?"

"No," Angelo answered with a grim expression.

"What do you mean no?" Shavon and Lavender barked out at the same time. Damien lifted his head up, grasping Lavender's hand. He gave it a squeeze, and then let it go.

"My mother died giving birth to my baby brother," Shavon stated, matter-of-factly.

Angelo let out a puff of frustration. "Your mother," he pointed at Shavon, "my wife," he pointed at himself, "also Lavender's mother," he pointed at Lavender, "conceived you in Cuba."

Lavender heard Shavon intake a large sum of air. Maybe all of this was true, and Shavon was as close to not being ready for the truth just as much as Lavender.

"That was seven years after we were married. She wanted a child so badly. When she first looked at you she cried tears of joy. Even I cried a little, but there wasn't any happiness behind my tears."

"What is this? Some sad stories to make me believe you?" Shavon questioned. His voice didn't sound as confident as he wanted it to be. Lavender noticed Damien heard it too because he worriedly glanced at his best friend.

Angelo didn't notice a thing, because he continued talking as if he didn't hear a word slip Shavon's lips. As if he didn't hear the slight crack in Shavon's voice. As if he didn't notice how much he ruined their lives.