Retributed

Chapter 7

Retributed: Chapter 7

~Trey P.O.V.~

If there was one thing I really hated about this lifestyle, its the sick fact that when you learn a friend was shot up 'cause he was at the wrong place in the wrong time and it doesn't affect you in the least bit. You become numb to death as you watch the people you grew up and went to school with dropping dead. It wasn't like one dropping each day but its at least one a year that you hear about and it's like... I just don't feel upset anymore. It is what it is but let a brother drop dead and everyone who was associated with that death will turn up dead as well. I stand strongly by that and niggas around here knew, especially since I get word fast and names faster. 

"Is literally all you've done since you been back is go out, fuck around and get drunk?" Mom asked as she brought the laundry that needed to be folded into the living room, dumping the clothes on the couch next to me and I could feel the warmth coming off the clothes. Had to pull some of that on me because it felt too good to not have.

"I'm having fun and catching up." I said with a shrug of my shoulders that had her shaking her head in disbelief. "You may not have been havin' fun at my age because of your cluster of kids but I wanna have fun." At thirty one she only had us older three. Ivanna wasn't to come for another three years and I was how old then? Like eleven I think and I don't remember her going out and actually having fun- that's because she was always upstairs with Dad or some shit- wait or was this during the time when they were strictly just co-parents living together? Who knows anymore, its always been a mess in our family. "Had Dad mentioned anything to you about me?" 

"He only said he was surprised you still haven't brought yourself around the trap. You just been more focused on catching up with Breezy?" A happier tone in her voice when she mentioned Breezy's name, folding each piece of clothing with precision... what a waste to fold so perfectly given its just gonna be thrown in a drawer. 

"And Trina but I was gonna go around the trap later this week. I already know how Dad is gonna be when I walk in, don't start gang beef, don't reach out for connections, don't go in Dad's office, stop your mindset of complete domination- same thing over and over." Wish I had been around when they were all real young, back when they wanted to get involved in the true gang shit and not so hooked on the drug trade. I hear all the stories fro Uncle Varo and its like why the fuck that all come to a stop? Why not increase your numbers and territory as a gang? Got a rival? Shit, that's what makes all this interesting and worth while. If you don't have competition or rivals then you're doing it all wrong. But I know... that's not the way to go because that's how you end up killed... if you the shit you won't end up dead but don't let me say that around Dad. 

"Oh no, Trina? Trey didn't you learn anything from your break up with her? Don't tell me you're sleeping with her." Can I plea the fifth like Ty? "For the love of God, really Trey?" 

"She's not a stripper anymore and she's my best female friend, what's wrong with that?" I asked with a laugh 'cause there's no reason for her to be as bothered as she is about this. "You went from Dad to Uncle Arlie and then back to Dad so you did a full on bounce back with a marriage. I didn't do that, we not even together so you can't talk on this." 

"We're done here, get out of the house, Trey." She said pulling the pieces of warm clothes off of me and then grabbing my arm, aggressively trying to get me up but she was weaker than I thought she was, damn. "Stop acting like a dead weight and get gone." I continued laughing as I got up from the couch and reached out to give her a hug that she was trying to brush me off. 

"Aight see you later, Mom." I said as I headed on out of the house- why the hell is LJ walking back onto the property through the big gates. The black car I see waiting to get back on the road must have dropped him off and he looked like he was checking to see if the coast was clear based on his slowed cautious movements. I made my way off the porch and waited at the bottom step for him to see me. Looking back, I didn't see Mom at the door or anything so for now he was good and a devious smile was stretched across his face. "Ain't you supposed to be at school?" I asked when he dapped me.