A Different Kind Of Love

Chapter 9

Darrious POV
After the meeting I take Jay home and then make my way home to get ready for my date with Olivia.

Although this shit with our money was stressing me, I knew we was gonna make it back and triple it within the next 48 hours, but my only worry was who the fuck crossed us? I wasn't letting this go. I had Jay putting in work before he did his own thing today I wanted him to check all the videos from the last month on the security cameras until he seen something irregular and get at me when he did.

As for me I was going to be looking for them two bitches who felt like they was too good to attend a mandatory meeting, even if we could make the money back these niggas just put a big ass target on the own backs and I aim to kill.

I walk in the house to see Dre sitting in the living room watching TV. He took me by surprise because even though he didn't have work on Sunday's he still would be gone either to the gym or chilling with his girl.

"Wassup man?" He said looking at me then back at the TV

"Sup bro. What you doing here" I asked sitting on the sofa

"I live here" he said with a attitude

"Wassup? You don't sound too happy. And you're never home on Sunday's"

"Just felt like chilling in the house today, but I'm good. Where you been?"

I stared at him for a second, but not too long to make him think I'm lying, which I am, "Working"

Keep the Lie short and sweet
I thought

He nodded his head still looking at the TV "you working morning shift now?"

I never told my brother I was in the drug game of course, that nigga would pull my fucking muffin cap back blue. He thinks I work at footlocker at the mall, which I do, but I only work weekends as a cover up to the life I'm really living. he thinks I work full time, and he respects me for doing that and still being able to go to school.

I felt bad that he thought so highly of me for doing something I wasn't really doing, but technically I was working full time hours, just wasn't working them in the same field he thought I was in.

"Nah man overtime, I told you I met this lil shorty and I wanna buy her something nice" I lied again

He just nodded poking out his bottom lip, at this point I knew something was up with him, but I know Dre he's not going to tell you something's wrong he's just gonna act like a weirdo until he gets over whatever's bothering him

But something was telling me to push him, because he seemed real upset about something.

"Seriously wassup man? talk to me"

He continued looking at the TV for a split second and then turned to me and sighed heavily rubbing his hands down his face.

"It's really nothin-"

"Lie again" I said in a stern tone like pop used to do making him chuckle

"I miss them man" he said looking down at his fingers

This time I sighed knowing who he was talking about.

"Me too. I know you try to be strong for me bro, but you gotta let that pain that you're feeling out too. You didn't even cry at the funeral man and I know it was because you were trying to be strong. But you gotta let them tears out and you gotta let that emotion out that you've been holding in for so long"

Tears were running down his face at this point and all I could do was sit next to him and comfort him, by now he was sobbing and this broke me.

Now I was crying silently because it was hard seeing my brother let out all of his pint up hurt and anger and sadness and whatever else he was feeling.