Too Playa

Old Bones

Avielle POV-

"You feeling better this time?" Dr. Lee asked me as she sat on the couch with me.

It was just me this time.

"Yes." I let out a slight smile.

She patted my back.

"Lets start out fun. Three of the happiest memories of your life so far." She smiled with anticipation. "I know some happy is in there."

"Umm..." I chuckled. "When my daughter was born. When I was in 8th grade and they had a father/daughter dance and my big brother dressed in this huge oversized suit he got from somewhere . I think he stole it." I laughed.

"And he got me this pretty purple dress. Which that I know he stole because it had the thing on it." I shook my head.

"And he surprised me and took me to that dance and we had so much fun. Yeah Shawn did a lot of stuff like that." I smiled brightly.

"Okay and one more." Dr. Lee smiled.

We had both kicked our shoes off and were sitting Indian style facing each other. She had a way of making me feel comfortable.

"Umm..." I shrugged. "When Odell asked to marry me. That made me very happy." My smile faded.

She had a serious look on her face.

"Was this recent?"

"No, about 3 years ago."

"And it didn't work out huh?" She asked.

"No." I sighed.

"Marcell Lynch. You know who that is?" She asked.

"Yes. My dad."

"He's in Statesville right." She got up and got a file.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"A colleague of mine does psychiatric work there. We happened to be having coffee and he mentioned this Marcell Lynch. He said he assist him."

"Assist with what?"

"Helping other prisoners get clean. He had a drug problem?"

"Heroin. Yes."

"Said from in prison he started his own org to help prisoners get clean. Because his biggest regret was losing his entire life and freedom due to drugs. He told my colleague he had a daughter name Avielle and a son name Marshawn. And well I connected the dots. He said Marcell writes to you and Marshawn every week. Being doing it for about 15 years now. Sends them to a King Drive address. But never gets a response."

"He's lying. He never wrote to me or Marshawn."

"I'm just the messenger love. David my colleague said he can set up a time if you want to see him."

"I don't. I don't want anything to do with him."

"Then I'll leave it alone. Sorry for even prying. How about we adjourn for this week?"

"Yes. I think that's a good idea."

"See you next week."

"Yeah." I put on my shoes, got my things and left.

I drove to where Marshawn stayed to ask him about what I had found out.

"My therapist said one of her colleagues works in Stateville. And he works with dadd—"

"Marcell." He corrected me.

"Marcell." I repeated. "Said he helps other prisoners get clean."

"Whippty- mutha-fucking doo for his ass." Shawn said counting money.

"I think its good he's clean and helping other people get clean."

"That nigga ain't got shit else to do but rot, after he fucked up everybody else life. He might as well do some good before he go to hell." Shawn said full of hate.

It was silent for a little bit.

"She mentioned some letters. Said he wrote to us every week. Sent it to this address."

Shawn looked up at me, put his money down and walked over to me.

"Avi that man nearly killed both of us. Never did a good fucking thing for us in his entire life. No fucking letters is gonna help that. No sorrys. No nothing. He didn't love me or you then. He don't love us now. Stop digging up those old bones. I'm your fucking father you hear me?" He got close to my face.

I looked in his eyes which were burning with flames.

"Yes." I said as tears dropped.

"Now get out and don't bring that bullshit over here no more." He went back over to his money and started back counting.

I got my things and left.

Odell POV-

"Damn Oak why yo head so big? And you bald head too? Look like a caramel tweety-bird with yo mega head ah." Dontae told Oak as she sat on his lap on his IPad.

"Shut up." She said.

"Girl who you talking to?"

"You Uncle Dontae!" She yelled.

"Hey. Its about time for yo mama to come get yo bad ass. I signed up for 10-12. Its damn near 9. O where is Avi?" Dontae yawned.

"I don't know I been calling her." I texted her again.

"See naw. We gotta get this bitch a leash. She not finna run off another three years, leaving us with tweety-bird. There's not enough space for her and this big ass head."

"Dontae stop please. I really hope ain't nothing happened." I realized I didn't have her brothers info or Porsha's. Dammit.

"I'll be back. I'mma go see if she at her apartment."

"Aw damn. Its me and you again Tweety." Dontae told Oak.

"Where you going pop-pop?" Oak asked.

"I'll be back ladybug. Just be good for Uncle Dontae aight?"

She shook her head yes. I kissed her forehead and left out and drove over to Avi's apartment.

I knocked on the door no answer.

I knocked again no answer.

I was about to knock again, she opened the door.

Her eyes were so puffy and she had the clothes on she had on when she dropped Avi off earlier before her session.

"I been calling you."

"Sorry my phone was off."

"You think that's okay when you have a kid?" I asked.

"O just go okay. I just wanna be left alone."

"Okay but what would it hurt for you to tell me that." I said.

"I'm telling you now." She went in her room and closed the door.

I stood deciding whether to leave or stay.

"What's wrong?" I opened her bedroom door and stood in the doorway.

"Just go O." She cried into her pillow.

I rolled my eyes, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted her back.

"Whatever it is, as long as you keep going to therapy I know Dr. Lee can help you. If you need something, know I'm here." I got up.

"Can you stay?" She asked picking her head up from the pillow. "I don't want to talk about it now. But I just need somebody here."

I sighed. "Sure."

I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. She laid with her head on my chest and fell asleep.