Trap Queen.

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                                                                                     C H A P T E R - 20

      “What was you talking to that nigga Cairo about?” Rah approaches. The sun is shining directly in my face, so I squint when I look at him. I find it surprising and real funny how Rah knew Cairo but didn’t know he was my brother. I think if Rah would’ve knew, though, he would’ve let me know.

      “That’s my brother. You ain’t know?” I question him. Rah nods his head yes, which shocks me. 

      “Yeah, I did know. I’m kinda shocked that you ain’t. It took you long enough to find out by yo’ self.” Rah was talking like this wasn’t a big deal at all. Was I the only person that didn’t know that my half brother and my father lived here? Did my momma know? I would never be able to find out. It kinda upsetted me, though I knew it wasn’t Rah’s fault that I didn’t know about my own background. It ain’t my fault entirely if I was forced to believe something that wasn’t true.

      “You ain’t feel like it was a good idea to let me know?” I ask him, with a smart-ass tone.

      “I felt like if you needed to know, then you would’ve. Look, Egypt, I’d hate to break to you, but your father ain’t no good person. I can’t talk about your brother, but I’m just saying; the apple don’t fall far from the tree,” Rah explains. He could’ve been right, too—I didn’t know much about my father’s background and I don’t know how anyone else could either. From my knowledge, he’s lived in Riverdale until he left us.

      “Why ain’t he a good person?” I inquire.

      “He takes advantage of little kids. He molests, rapes, and does anything he can to harm women. Maybe that’s why when he left, your mom ain’t make a big effort on helping you find him. Maybe it was best for the both of y’all,” Rah suggests. I shake my head, because it can’t be true. My daddy ain’t molest me when I was younger or nothing. I don’t think he ever raped my momma.

      “He’s never done that to me, though,” I challenge.

       “Maybe that’s cuz you’re his daughter. Or, betta yet, it’s because y’all got away before he had the chance to. Maybe you wanna meet ya daddy, but maybe God doesn’t want that to happen yet—or never.” Rah leaves me on the ground, to go talk to Reggie and his boys. This was supposed to be my party, but it sure as hell didn’t feel that away. Now, the only thing I was concerned about was finding more about my kin. I deserved it.

      Getting up from the ground, I went inside of my new home. I couldn’t get used to it being my house. The place where I stay at. I was up in here all the time, but living here was completely different to me. I would have to deal with drama, drugs, and prostitutes. The drug part didn’t scare me, though—I was completely used to it. I just wasn’t used to what people would do to get drugs. They’d kill, steal—do whatever they could. I guess that’s just how the game go. I just had to play along with it.

      I sat down on the couch, and the house was completely silent. No one was in there except me, and I liked it like that. It was the first time I could be alone for a while. Ever since Momma died, everybody wanted to be around me. Everybody wanted to feel sorry for me and buy me gifts. I didn’t want that, though. I wanted to be alone, and I wanted people to leave me alone. Ain’t nobody in the world want the pressure on them when they grieving. 

      Sitting in silence, I heard someone knocking on the door. I could tell it was somebody that normally didn’t live here, so I hesitated to answer the door. I did anyway, I wasn’t surprised to see the police in front of me. There wasn’t any reason why I could be surprised.