Unintentional

Implosion

Danté

  "Aye man, you sure she here?" I rolled my eyes at my nigga Trez. What a dumb ass question. Of course she was here, where else could she be? I had just talked to Monty 20 minutes before we even got here, and he said she would be here.

  "Of course, nigga." I scoffed as we both looked in the window. We couldn't see shit with the blinds closed. "I'm just sayin man, I remember Booney sayin something bout her having her own spot some blocks from here."

  Trez mumbled, nodding over at Booney. The three of us been friends since middle school. They were the only ones that really knew what went down when my parents died. They looked out for Hemily as best they could, and even put money on my books when they could afford to.

  My mom never liked me hangin out with these two; she always thought they were a bad influence on me but in reality, I was the ringleader. Booney and Trez were always tryin to be my voice of reason, just like Andrew.

  Every time one of them niggas came to see me, they never failed to lecture me on how stupid I was for doing what I did. Whether I wanted to hear the shit or not, they always told me the truth. That's why I fucked with them so tough though.

  Trez and Booney always gave it to me straight; no bullshit, no sugarcoat. I could count on them; they were my family. "That nigga Monty said she'd be here." I muttered, stepping off the porch. I saw Booney make a face at the mention of his name. Leave it to him to always say some dumb shit.

  "Speakin of which!" He smiled as they both followed behind me. I rolled my eyes; here we go. "The nigga you been technically workin under for some years now is fuckin on yo lil sister. You ain't got a problem with that?"

  "I really didn't need a visual, but thanks Boone." I groaned. A brother never wants to know when his baby sister starts fuckin around. Mainly cause our biggest fear is they'll end up with, or hurt by somebody like us.

  I want to always see Hemily as that little girl that used to love playing in our backyard on that swing set. I want to be mad at that nigga Monty just off the strength of him fuckin my sister, but I know I can't.

  In truth, I never saw Hemily grow up like I wanted to. I was never really around; always running the streets. I sure as hell didn't get to spend too much time at Aunt Claire's since she had me shipped off. Hems ended up running away since I was no longer there to protect her. I was the only one who knew what they were up to.

  Me and Drew thought she was dead for the longest, and gave up looking. She didn't come back as a little girl, but a grown woman. And yea, I technically work for Monty but I never really laid eyes on him until just recently.

  I don't know anything about him. The old me would want to pop off, and tell her he's no good. I'd want to forbid her from seeing that nigga again because any nigga working in this kind of profession was never a good thing.

  The man I am today won't let me do any of those things, even though those were still my initial thoughts upon meeting him for the first time. But then I had to think again. As much as I hated to admit it, Monty was the one looking out for her before we even knew about any of this.

  I could tell by his actions that there was some love there as it should be; anybody would be lucky to have my sister. And I'd rather her be with this one nigga than be with everybody like the rest of these town hoes. As long as he was down for my sister, I was cool with it.