I return home after finding out that the man who I was with for most of my adult life was with my brother. Not only were they together but they lived together. They had kids.
I get a knock on my door.
I am sitting in the darkness when I get it. I turn the light on and go to the door. There he was. The motherfucker that stabbed me in the back. My brother Joshua was standing behind the door at that moment.
"I think it's important I came up here to talk to you."
"What about?"
"Jamison. Let's not play these games right now. Let's just do this and get it over with. You know what I'm here to talk to you about. I just let you know that I'm with Keon."
Joshua wasn't better looking than me. Some people said we favored each other but honestly I thought his nose was far too wide and I thought he was way too old to break out as many times as he did. I had a better body than him. I had a bigger butt.
The only thing that Joshua had on me was his career. His fucking career that he had given up to open the Marchioness. Was that enough for him to steal my fucking man?
"I mean what else is there to talk about, then?" I ask.
"You don't have questions."
I sigh.
"I will. Right now I just need to wrap my head around how I come back home and find my brother in the bed that I think should be mine."
"You're being passive aggressive again," Joshua states.
Joshua prides himself in being straight-forward. He's a straight shooter, right? Pow. Pow. I look at the smug look on his face. He loves himself. He thinks he's the man because he balls enough to march up to my room and confront me. He's daring me to argue with him. Joshua would love that. He lived for confronting people. He lived for getting into an argument. He would want nothing more. Maybe that's why he's here now. He wants to argue with me. I'll say something I shouldn't say and he'd kick my ass out in the streets where I had nothing to my name.
I knew my brother so well.
He's daring me to say something to him. He's daring me to argue with him.
I force my stare, "You know what? I'm just kind of confused on why no one ever said anything to me."
"I wanted to, Keon said it was a bad idea."
These motherfuckers were trying to drive me crazy I think.
"Keon sent you up here, didn't he?" I ask.
That fucking coward would send Joshua up here. Yeah. Joshua was a straight shooter. Pow. Pow. I could hear Keon now. "Hey baby, maybe you should be the one to go up there and talk to your brother. You've always been up front. He's expect it." And I can see Joshua probably getting hard on at the idea of starting some shit. There was nothing Joshua enjoyed more than coming into someone's peace and starting some shit.
Joshua has the audacity to roll his eyes, "Does it matter? I'm here now. And I'm trying to find out if there is a problem."
I smile.
"I'll talk to Keon about it."
"I'm standing right here. Talk to me about it," Joshua responds, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow, "Don't you want to know how it happened?"
Was he nervous about me talking to Keon for some reason? If he had his relationship so underwraps then why the fuck did he care if I was going to talk to Keon or not.
"I'll talk to Keon about it," I state, putting on a smile, "Have a goodnight."
He's about to say something else but I slam the door in his face. I want to hit him. I want to take my fist and drive it into Joshua's face but I don't. I need Joshua right now and in prison I had learned patience. When you are in a cage you are forced to learn patience. There isn't much really good reading material locked up.
