Exiled

Nazeer 90

I sat on my couch looking at the folder my grandma had given me last night, I've been sitting in this same spot just staring at it all night and into the morning. I had always been that kid who hated surprises, for my birthday I would always sneak and look to see what my parents got me, as well as on Christmas. It was like the thing was calling out to me, begging to be opened... should I risk being cussed out and open it? Or should I wait until my grandma calls and give me the go-ahead? This was the dilemma I had been dealing with all night, you know what fuck it... I picked the folder up and started to open it before quickly sitting it back down, only for me to pick it back up and pace around the living room staring at it, the temptation was killing me. I was so distracted by this damn folder that I didn't even realize Lucci had walked into the house until I ran into him, knocking him on the ground. He looked exhausted, I knew he hadn't been sleeping much since his dad was in the hospital and Leonardo was always coo with me so his condition was enough to take my mind off of the folder, at least it was until Lucci picked it up.

"Ayy what are you doing?" I asked trying to grab the folder from Lucci, but he had already jumped over the couch and started opening it. "My grandma told me not to open it until she told me I could." I said looking at Lucci who was now reading over the papers that were inside.

"She told YOU not to open it, not me and I'm surprised you actually listened. We both know how you are, your ass was always snooping.... then again you were never really good at it since you didn't know about me and De'Vaugh." Lucci said taking a cheap shot. "Relax it was a joke... besides, you might wanna read this." He said starting to hand me the papers but we were both distracted by the sounds of a key entering the door.

"Wassup y'all...." My dad said walking into the house with Andre, I really don't see how could wear a three piece suit when it was damn near a hundred degrees outside, that's one of the biggest difference between me and him. He was always wearing a suit, no matter what the weather was, whereas me.... just give me some basketball shorts and a t-shirt and I was good.

"Naz...." Lucci said elbowing me and trying to hand me the papers, I took the papers and read over them, then read over them again.... this couldn't be real.

"Dad did you know about this?" I asked handing him the papers, the look on his face was a dead giveaway that he knew and I didn't know exactly how I felt about his reaction.

"Nazeer it's just a precaution, your mom.... well she isn't exactly stable and we've been talking, meaning me and your grandma and we feel like it's for the best. But nothing is set in stone, you can always say no, though I would prefer if you took the offer." My dad said and I could hear the stress in his voice, this situation with my mom was torturing him and I could see that me being here wasn't helping.

"Dad I can't move to.... the place on this paper and I don't run from my problems, that's part of the reason you and mom are in this mess at the moment because neither one of y'all could be open and honest with each other." I said getting heated.

"Nazeer, I've never ran from a problem. I tried and tried to get your mom to open up to me but that woman's heart is ice cold and she's as stubborn as a mountain... Naz I can't make you leave, I know you start school in a few days and you probably feel safest here but could you at least move into my house just until this stuff with your mom is taken care of." My dad said.

"How exactly do you plan on 'taking care' of Natalie?" Lucci asked and honestly, I forgot he was here. "She killed my mom, almost killed my dad so the way I see things there's only one way to handle this situation.... sorry Naz but you know what I mean." Lucci said and for the longest time I sat there looking at him, my dad seemed determined to burn a hole in the floor with his eyes and I could hear everyone else at the top of the stairs listening in on this intense conversation.