Boondocks: The Hood Edition

The Partial Truth Behind It All

Riley's POV~

It's awkward as hell as we sit at the dining table eating breakfast in silence. "Ahem," Grandad clears his throat.

Huey takes a bite of his cereal then look towards Grandad, me doing the same. "This is our last nice breakfast in this house." He comments, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"I found a house for us." Huey says. Grandad smiles small, still angry that we have to move in the first place. "Wonderful. When the truck gets here, I want y'all to load it up quickly. Maybe, we can be outta here by tonight. I also got a bunch of extra workers to help us move most of this stuff into the truck."

Hell naw. "But, Grandad I needa say bye to the homies before we leave."

He shoots me a glare so hard that I thought he had shot me forreal. "Yo ass is mostly the reason why we're even in this fuckin mess. I don't wanna hear a word from you the whole ride to our new house."

I sighed, looking down. It ain't even that deep bruh. Why can't they see the bright side to all dis. I felt my phone vibrate in pocket. I glanced at the message from Caez the popped up on the screen.

Caez😈: Bro, I got more word on Cindy! You haven't left yet, have you? If not, When and where you wanna meet up?" I read quickly.

I gasp, getting happy as hell about this shit. Hell yea! I sat there thinking then an idea popped into my sneaky mind.

"Grandad—

"Shut the hell up. Didn't I say I don't wan—

"I know, but hol up though. I just gots one question...can Caezar help us move all this stuff?"

He stands from the table, going into the kitchen. "Hell no. I should make you do this all by yo damn self, so consider yo ass lucky." He replies, making me frustrated. Damn.

I can't seem to get this Cindy bitch out my mind. I need Caez with that Info. Maybe, Grandad will finally crack and tell us some shit.

"Grandad, you 'member yesterday when I assed you bout dat Cindy girl?" I ask, recallin our conversation from yesterday.

He pauses causing Huey and I to both stare at him in curiosity. "I remember her too, Grandad. Why don't we remember being around her?" Huey questions. Grandad sighs, giving in then comes to sit back at the table.

He breathes out hot air then starts to say something but then he stops. "C'mon, Grandad. Tell a nigga wassup." I urge, nearly leanin out my seat.

"Fine...I gotta make a few calls real quick." he says. I suck my teeth, annoyed then sit back in the chair with my arms crossed as Huey continued eating.

As Grandad made the calls, I eyed him suspiciously. What can this old nigga possible tell us about this chick that'll get me to stop worrying about her? Why am I so worried about her anyways? Breaking my train of thoughts was Huey's loud ass smackin.

"Nigga, could you be any fuckin louder? Shit,"

"Seems like this Cindy chick got you reeeal frustrated. Dont take it out on me though. I already got enough goin on." Huey admits.

"Ion care bout yo issues, my nigga. I jus wanna go to da hood, shoot niggas, get money, fucks bitches, and save this family from bein a bunch of broke, sorry ass niggas. And this Cindy chick ain't got me reeeal frustrated as a matter a fact, Mchater."

"Whatever, nigga."

"Nah, you whateva, nigga." I bark back.

"See, nigga. That didn't even make sense. She gotchu trippin and you can't even remember her." He teases, walking into the kitchen to wash his bowl out.