#2 :: Royal By Name, Loyal By Blood Pt2.

Ch 13.

MAINE
I'm Not Really A Big Drinker.

Things go from zero to one hundred so quickly. I couldn't believe what Tyrone had told me. Not only did he know my parents but they are the reason he's in jail. They are also the people whose spot I took over. What really bugged me was West knew all of this and never said a thing.

When he told me about the space being open he referred to them as two members of the business. Not his brother and sister in law... not MY PARENTS.

What was he hiding?

I sat at Tammy's strip club and watched the girls work the pole but I wasn't really paying attention. I had so much going on in my head.
I was pissed at Tanayah, she was acting so irrational. If anything, I should be the one who was annoyed. How she could think I would be part of this, I don't know. It had me having second thoughts about her and the person I thought she was. I love her yes and would do anything for that girl but now, a time when I need her and when we should be sticking together is the time she wants to be having domestics.

I know I had to be seeing things when I looked up and saw Racquel here. I took it that she don't know whose strip club this is. I saw her talking to Diamond and walked over.

"Just because the boss ain't around don't mean you should be lacking. Get back to work Diamond."

I then grabbed Racquel and took her outside where no one could see and then squeezed her throat.

"You been causing a lot of problems and I'm pretty pissed off right now so you are gonna have to give me a really good reason to not kill you right now." I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Ma..Maine...wait let me explain!" She pleaded.

"You got one chance, no more lies Racquel."

I said and let go of her throat. I wanted to see how she got herself out of this one.

"I will admit, I have done some foul things. But I do it because I have no choice. I have lost everything; and everyone I ever loved...my parents being the first...if I knew there was a bomb I would have never made that call. I watched the house blow up and my parents never came out. They died because of ME. I know that and it eats me up all the time. When Uncle Ronald found out, I thought that was it. I truly believed that I was going to jail. But no, he did me worse. He disowned me. Acted like I never existed just after losing my parents. I would have preferred jail. I only had my sister left. I know I'm ungrateful and don't show how much I appreciate her, but I do. Then I met you and you was actually good to me. I didn't want you living the lifestyle you did because I saw what that did to my parents and I didn't wanna lose someone who I loved again. When I realised I had no priority over your lifestyle I was mad so I wanted to hurt you. That's why I stole the money and ran away. I shouldn't have done it because it's clear that money can't buy happiness and it certainly can't buy love. When it ran out I had to go back to my sisters and I just missed you so much but was scared how you would react. I started hitting you up so I could explain and apologise but you never answered. Then I saw you at my uncles reading with HER. That's when everything spiralled outta control for me. I lost the only thing I had left. My sister. I was broken but I was very angry. Everything that happened after that was irrational thinking and me wanting everyone to hurt just like I was. But I'm trying to fix that. I have even started counselling because clearly I got a lot of issues I need to sort. I just need to be given a chance. Everyone expects so much of me and faults me at everything I do wrong as if everyone is perfect. Why does everyone get second and third chances but I don't?"

She started crying and I actually felt sorry for her. She seemed genuine like she meant everything she said. Not like the time at the will reading. I couldn't believe I was feeling sorry for her.