Chapter 23

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Retributed: Chapter 23

~Breezon P.O.V.~

Waking up the next morning and coming downstairs for breakfast, the house felt off. Everyone was upset to their own degree and usually I'd see Mom and Dad sitting at the table already if they didn't have work early in the morning but this morning Mom was sitting on the couch with her cup of coffee and Dad was outside with the little goat talking on the phone from what I could tell. 

"Morning, Mom." I said with a smile and she brought her head up, smiled at me but it was obvious she had been crying not too long ago. "How are you feeling?" 

"Good morning and I'm fine. More importantly how are you?" I hated how Mom always tried to put up this front that everything was okay and she was fine despite it being anything but that. I know she doesn't want me to be concerned or anything but its not working. 

"Not the best, I never thought you and Dad would split up. I know you two fight from time to time but always resolve it." I for the most part am not at the house, I'm generally out with Joel or just walking through the streets hanging with whatever neighborhood kids I come across. I was always kept inside when I was younger so having the amount of freedom I have now, I like to utilize it as much as I can. "Are you two seriously done for good?" 

"Yes Breezon. We are, there's only so much I can take and I tried to hold out as long as I could but this was just too much. I don't hate your Dad or anything, I still love him as he loves with me so it's not a case of us falling out of love, it's a matter of lifestyles." She explained to me as I took my seat next to her and she wrapped her arm around me. "You've hardly been home so I never got to ask you how you were feeling towards what incident happened."

"I understand the situation." I said in assurance to her. "That's largely why I haven't been home, early that afternoon I was playing with Bri at the park and then say goodbye to you before heading out to the city with Joel. I come home to see the place with yellow tape, cops everywhere and neither you or Dad was home. I'm more than just upset-" I was cut off by the sound of the glass door opening and Dad walking inside. He took a look at me and smiled. 

"Is everything aight?" He asked. 

"Yeah, we're just talking." I said to him. "Dad, how did you get over Bri's death so fast?" 

"I'm not over it. Never will be but I'm just so used to death at this point that it doesn't bother me for long. I've killed loved ones and watched loved ones be killed and there's nothin' I can do about it except keeping going on with life." He said as he sat in the arm chair closest to me, running his hand over the back of his neck.

"I don't understand how you can just go on with life like that."

"I know you don't understand because this was the first time you were exposed to it. People like Uncle Trey, Ty, the twins, Aunt Nicole and such, we saw it on a regular. Vonnie, you grew up right along with it too, more so on a personal level from losing your cousins and sister." He said looking over at her and she gave a subtle nod, pulling me closer to her. "I'm sorry it happened the way it did but that's a common thing in this life." 

"I don't hate you, Dad. I just hate how us being related to you automatically sets us as targets. I don't do anything with NBG or IRG, I don't go around saying I rep either or roll with either. I don't wave around a gun when I'm walking down the street, I got no ties to that thug shit aside from having a Dad who runs NBG and other family in IRG. I don't want none of that and neither did Bri but look at her now. That ain't right." I used to be funny like Dad, always lookin' for a good joke to make and takin' life on in a playful manor but since then, I've just shut down. Had I been in that house too at that time, I doubt I would be here now talking with Mom and Dad like I am. That's terrifying to think that and at the same time maybe if I had stayed home, I could have saved Bri or we could have still been at the park at the time- just anything that would have kept her from harms way. 

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