Black sheep

Chapter 11

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It's late that night when he comes home. Jamison, Joyous and I are sitting in the living room. As soon as he walks in, my father's eyes jet straight at me. He doesn't seem to happy to see me.

"What the hell is he doing here?" my father asks.

You would think I wasn't his son by how he looks at me. You would think I was some sort of piece of shit that was stinking up the house his mother left him.

"This is the family house. He has every right to be here," Joyous states.

I'm surprised Joyous is defending me in front of my father. I knew then that Joyous must really have been mad. Joyous was always this big gangster who didn't take shit from anyone, but when it came to my dad he sought the same level of approval that we all sought. My father didn't give that approval away easily though. Right now he isn't hiding his annoyance at my presence.

"I want that faggot out of my house," my dad says getting so worked up that he's shaking his finger at me violently, "You hear me! YOU ALL HEAR ME! OUT! OUT!"

"This is my grandmother's house," I argue.

My dad is shaking. He gets so worked up especially when he feels like he's out of control. I think maybe Joyous speaking back to him set him off. His old stubby fingers are shaking so much that I think he's having a heart attack or something.

"Calm down Dad," Jamison states, "He needs to be here right now."

"He needs to be seeking God for his sins," my dad says.

"Ain't stealing a sin?" I ask him, "Or I guess you bible thumpers love to have certain sins for certain situations."

My dad gets quiet all of a sudden. He looks from me to Jamison who is just looking awkward. I think this is the first time Jamison has probably been upset with my dad and he's doing a really good job of showing it. Jamison is such a pussy when it comes to my dad. He wants to put up this front like he's this perfect child or something.

"Dad we know you got some of that money out of the safe," Jamison states, so low that it is almost a fucking whisper.

"He stole it. Matter of fact, he stole ALL of it," I correct Jamison.

Jamison sighs. I roll my eyes.

I expect my father to act like a kid who got caught stealing out of a cookie jar. He doesn't act like that. Instead he goes over to his cigars, casually lights it, begins smoking as he pours himself some whiskey. You would think no one else was in the room by how fucking casual he was acting right now. It was pissing me the fuck off and I was minutes away from completely snapping on him. I would have if Joyous didn't take the lead.

"Dad, you not going to say anything?" Joyous asks.

My dad drinks the whiskey. He acts like he doesn't hear Joyous.

"He don't give a fuck. All that preaching he was doing just a minute ago stopped real quick," I say out loud.

It's petty. I know I'm being petty. I can't help it. I'm pissed the fuck off. I had to put my own money into this thing. If the club failed, then I would be failing with it. Anyone would be mad.

"Give him a chance," Jamison states.

"I saw you," my father says out of nowhere.

At first we aren't sure what he's talking about but then we see my father turn to Jamison. I'm completely confused when he did it.