All Grown Up |Sequel To His Block|

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"Anthony you think he really did it?" Samantha asked her son as she dabbed underneath her swollen eyes to dry the stream of tears she constantly had running down her face. "I don't think my baybeh' can do something like this. He ain't got the heart and I know it." Samantha shook her head as she remained in the in-denial stage.

It had been a week since Aven was booked and it hit the family hard. Anthony knew his brother was guilty of the action, but he still didn't want his baby brother in a cell. Out of the two, Anthony knew he deserved to be in Aven's predicament more then Aven himself did. He did way more crazy and off the wall shit.

Hesitantly, he slowly nodded to his mother. "Ma' he loved Cassandra. It cut him deep when he found out what her father did and had been doin' to her."

"But to kill him?!" Samantha grew choked up as she went into another fit of tears.

Anthony stood up from the spot her had on her bed and exited the room. He couldn't deal with the fact that his mother was crying. It wasn't the sight he liked to see. Sad to say, but Samantha always ended up crying over one of the Taylor men. If it wasn't one it was the other and she was getting so fed up.

Shutting her bedroom door behind him, he stood in the hall way for a moment. He ran a hand down his face stressfully. It had been hard for this past week. He was worried about his little brother constantly which caused him to not have to strength to do anything but stress himself out. They still haven't gotten a call from Aven—but word from Dieon, he seemed to be doing well. Whatever well was while you were in jail.

After getting himself together, Anthony took a turn down the hall of his mother home. He never really came this far in the home since it brought back so much memories that he was ready to relive quite yet.

Stopping right at the door Aaron took as his own while he stayed under their parents roof, Anthony slowly reached for the knob. It was to no surprise the door was locked causing him to chuckle lightly. Aaron always kept his room locked up since he had two invasive little brothers constantly wanting what he had. Anthony knew the exact way inside the room. He had to since he always seemed the need to borrow something out of there when he was younger.

Stepping back from the door, he eyed the wood flooring beneath him. He pointed out his finger to found out the wood panels before him. "A-a-r-o-n - A-2 -T-a-y-l-o-r." He spelled out lowly before stopping at the lifted wood panel. With a small smile on his face, he crouched down and lifted the panel. Underneath it was a key that he grabbed. It grew dusty due to Samantha never finding out where Aaron kept the key to get inside. No one knew where it as kept except Aaron and his needy little brother, Anthony.

Sliding the key into the lock, he turned it hearing the door click open. He slowly pushed it open before coming face to face with nostalgia. Aaron's usual scent bombarded his nostrils as the smell of his favorite cologne and weed still collided together after all these years. The room was untouched from how Aaron last left it.

The bed was made nicely with two shoe boxes open on the bed catching Anthony's attention. He cautiously made his way over to the bed not touching anything. He wanted to preserve everything like his brother left it not moving anything an inch away from where it was.

In one of the Nike shoe boxes was five stacks of money. They were rolled up tightly displaying the amount through their thickness.

In the other box was Aaron's gun. It was unloaded and had bullets sprawled out around it. "You most def was shitty as fuck at hidin' things." Anthony mumbled with a chuckle and the shake of his head.

He went ahead and continued to look around the room. Pictures of Aaron with him and Aven graces his eyes as they stood in matching dress shirts and slacks. Samantha always did the most when it came to Easter and the three boys were always the best dressed. She made sure to have them smile for a picture every year no matter how old they got or how much they got under each other's skin moments prior to the picture.