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Christian.

"Mommy, Chris and them is back with the groceries." I said lightly shaking her. She's been sleep since she came back from her appointment this morning.

She turned over and sighed. I know my mother is tired and I know she don't want to come downstairs and act like everything is peachy.

"Where's your father?" She mumbled.

"He's In royalty's room helping her clean it." I said.

She shook her head and got out the bed. "I know you love your father Christian, that is no secret but I just can't baby. I'm sorry if you get mad or feel like I don't love you but I'm tired. I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of not getting loved the way I want to be loved I'm just tired."

She went into her bathroom and shut the door. I felt bad for my mother because I know she felt some type of way but my dad is trying. No one wants to acknowledge the fact that's he's trying to be a better father and husband.

I sighed and left the room. I bumped into Tyler on the way out but she seemed too angry to even hear my apology. I rose my eyebrow and followed her to the guest room. She was in her suitcase throwing random clothes in and out of it. I chuckled at how adorable she looked angry.

"Nothing's funny dickhead." She mumbled.

"Tyler what's wrong ?" I asked leaning on the door frame.

"You know something? You and your brother are so impossible and I see why your mom looks so tired. She not just hiding in her room because your ain't shit dad is home but because y'all three in the same room is hell itself." She said shaking her head.

"I know you tired of hearing this because you see no wrong in your father but step in someone else's perspective for once and see how they feel." She continued.

I nodded taking in everything she told me. "Thanks but I know that's not why you're upset."

"Everyone is being weird and making me uncomfortable. Meanwhile your brother is being an ass because we were talking this morning. He thinks ima pull a Tiana on him." She rolled her eyes.

I chuckled."I never understood what that girl sees in me. I ain't shit just like my dad and she still wants me."

"Yea well I don't but you're cool people plus you're my boyfriend's twin. I kinda have to be cool with you." She shrugged.

I heard someone suck their teeth being me causing me to turn around. There stood my reflection except our expressions weren't a match. He looked more angry than I was.

"Why are you here?" He asked mugging me.

"I live here duh." I chuckled moving out his way.

He rolled his eyes and pushed past me causing me to hold my chest. "Christopher Maurice Brown is that anyway to treat your twin?"

Tyler shook her head laughing. "Y'all are annoying I swear." I winked at her as she went into the bathroom.

"See all of that shit is unnecessary." Chris said shaking his head.

I held my hands up in surrender. "I'm just being friendly chris. I promise I don't want your girl and she made it crystal clear that she don't want me."

"I know."

I rose my eyebrow. "You do?"

He nods. "It's my stupid insecurities in the way."

"Why you insecure bro? We look just alike." I chuckled stepping in the room.

He shook his head. "Your personality is way cooler than mine. You have no care in the world and I guess that why Tiana left me. I was so worried about the future, I wasn't focused on the now."

"Nothings wrong with that big bro. I would love if i could reach your level of life achievements. All I have on my belt is a high school diploma. You're making something of your life while I'm stuck in Virginia still living with his parents."

He chuckled. "You do need to move soon little bro."

"Ain't nothing wrong with being 19 and still living with your mom." I laughed.

There was a comfortable silence that came over us and I didn't question it. This was the first real conversation we've had in forever and I was liking it.

"Do you hate me?" I asked looking at him.

He looked at me and grinned. "No I don't hate you. I forgave you a long time ago for everything."

"Then why do you still hold it all against me?" I asked groaning.

"Because you still take up for that nigga like what happened never happened. I don't understand how you can love a nigga who beat on your mother. Yea he made us fight but he beat your mother. The woman who brought you into this world." He said taking clothes out the drawer.

"He didn't do it on purpose Chris." I mumbled.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me like I had five eyes. "There you go defending the nigga. Look I know about your mental illness and I don't shake you for it because you was 6. He is a grown ass man not taking mandatory medication for his own dumb reason so yes, he beat our mom on purpose."

"We're not mental." I squinted at him.

He glanced at me and sighed. "Ok Christian."

"You always thought you was better than us. You and mom!" I raised my voice.

Chris paid no attention to me as he continued to go through his clothes and I guess that angered me even more. I walked up to him and pushed him really hard. "You have no idea what it's like being considered crazy."

He got off the floor and pushed me back. "And frankly I don't care."

"Fuck You!" I yelled punching him.

He stumbled and punched me back. "Fuck you too!"

Next thing I know we was fighting on the ground. I finally got the upper hand and starting punching him continuously forgetting he was my brother. All I saw was red st this point. I heard our dad in the background cheering me on. I also heard our mom trying to break us up but there was nothing to break us up. Keeis soon grabbed Chris while Trell grabbed me.

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed at chris. "You hear me? I hate you!"

"Christian baby please stop." My mom cried. "Just calm down."

"Chris." Keeis said lightly slapping his face. "Y'all he not waking up."

"What the hell is going on?" Tyler asking pushing through. She saw Chris on the ground and covered her mouth. His face was covered in blood and I finally came back to my senses.

"W-what happened?" Tyler asked sitting next to Keeis on the floor.

"We were fighting b-but I didn't mean to-"

My mom left the room crying really hard. My dad put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "good job" in my ear. I moved his hand off my shoulder and squatted down to chris' level.

"Chris wake up." I said shaking him. "I'm sorry big brother please wake up."

I put my head in my hands and started crying. I never meant for it to go this far.

"Someone needs to call the police." Keeis said. "Chris not breathing."

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Short chapter I know.😭
Ninja🔥

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