Myles POV...
It was a long drive back to Harlem.. And all I had to keep me going was something that could possibly be a piece of evidence and my sister.. I know what you thinking..
Shouldn't you be used to death by now?
But how could you ever get used to something like that?
Shit you don't..
I pulled up to the crib and Margo was sitting in the steps laying back on Keshia..
I parked the car and hopped out..
They both ran over and hugged me..
"Come on let's go in the crib it's not safe to talk out here.."
We got in and I checked to make sure no one was watching, then I closed the door..
Margo was pacing the floor..
"Myles all day and night I was goin' mad bonkers thinking that you were dead! I'm scared.. These dreams, these are the same dreams I used to have right before ma died.. I know you remember.."
I watched with little emotion as Keshia sat in the corner looking away quietly..
"Margo I know the life I live is no different than our parents.. but I'm smarter and stronger.. I would never let anything happen to me or you.. These are FACTS! You're just paranoid, I need you to stick by me and understand.. I got this under control.."
"Oh you got this UNDER CONTROL!?"
"Margo please.. just stop!"
"No you just STOP! Jiggs is DEAD MYLES! He's dead and he's not coming back EVER! Mom is dead and she's not coming back EVER! Dad is in jail for LIFE! He's never coming home..
So what is it that you got Myles, Huh?
What else could we need!? What: money? We have plenty of that.. why can't we just live normal?"
"Because WE'RE NOT NORMAL MARGO! I thought I said the only way this could work is if you trust me and not question my motives.. It's never been about the money.. It's about respect, OKAY! Dad was running shit and Mom died because of that.. Now people forgot who he is and I'm not having it.. I came back to take what's ours.. What is rightfully his! And I will no matter what.."
"That MAKES NO SENSE MYLES! He's in jail.. So what part are you trying to achieve.. Going to jail or being dead help me out I'm confused?"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand.. I just need you to roll with me! CAN YOU DO THAT?"
"Roll wit cho!? I rolled with you this whole time.. I rolled with you when you snatched me away from everything I had ever known.. I been rolling with you, WHEN YOU GONNA ROLL WITH US.. When you gonna choose your life to roll with.. this is crazy I'm 14 and I know how to shoot a gun, cook dope, grow weed, roll weed.. I do EVERYTHING FOR MYSELF! Sometimes I wish I was the one who died instead of mom.."
She flipped over the table and went back to her room..
I followed her back there..
She went in and slammed the door..
"MARGO! Margo open up I don't have time for this shit come out here so we can talk about this now!"
It was silent..
Keshia came down the hall towards me..
"Stop screaming your only gonna make things worse.."
Keisha said pushing me out the way..
"Where is all of this coming from.. How the fuck I get blamed for doing what I gotta do!?"
"Myles it's not always about what you gotta do.. sometimes it's what's right in front of you.. And Margo needs you now! Not when you claim what was once your fathers.. that's shit is dead yo!"
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Blackk Out (Currently Editing!!)
General FictionWatch what you say, Watch how you move! No one has actually ever seen her face.. She doesn't want to be seen! She runs where ever she stands. She craves respect and power. There's no room for mercy, weakness or love in her presence. Either you ready...
