𝖳𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 2015
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"Mere!" My younger brother Jamere yelled as he walked into my room.
"Yur!" I answered while smashing the buttons on the PlayStation controller.
"Mama said walk to the sto' for her." He told me as he plopped down on my bed making me smack my lips.
"Man she can't do that shit herself?" I asked. It was more of me thinking out loud.
He shrugged. "She can but she just don't want to." He chuckled.
"I'm fourteen and you're twelve and she's a thirty three year old woman. She should be walking outside in the dark, not us." I told him.
"Facts." He said.
"This bitch cheating!" I snapped as I threw the controller down. "Where the foul bruh? Tell me!" I asked Jamere and he just shook his head.
"That's why I don't play that shit nomo'. It's not good for yo' nerves." He laughed as he stood up stretching.
"Yeen' neva' lied. Let's go to this damn store before she start complainin' and shit." I told him as we walked to her room and knocked on the door.
"Mama?" I called out but she ain't answer.
I looked at Jamere. "You sure she ain't just decide to go by herself?" I asked him and he shrugged.
I decided to just go in but immediately regretted it when I saw my mother sprawled out on the floor with a bullet hole in her forehead.
"Ma!" I screamed out.
"Oh my god Tamere!" Jamere yelled as he dropped his phone.
"Pick that mufucka' up and call the police!" I told him and he did just that.
"H-Hello? It's my mama. She's dead." Jamere cried on the phone.
"52nd." He told the officer where we lived.
"Mama wake up man. We don't got nobody else." I cried.
"Tamere we have to leave! They gone try and split us up if they find out that we don't got no other family." Jamere pulled my arm but I wouldn't leave. I couldn't leave my mama.
"Tamere we have to stay together. You already know what mama told us! If something happened to ha' we only got each other and can't trust nobody else." He pulled my arm and I finally just gave up.
"Ight. Grab yo' stuff and let's go." I told him as we ran to our rooms and packed a bag.
"You ready?" He asked as we ran to the back door.
"Nope." I said truthfully. "But that's just the way it is." I mumbled.
We walked out of the back door and hopped the back gate before running a couple blocks to the 103 bus stop. "Man I cant believe this shit." I sighed and he nodded.
"Who would kill mama?" His voice cracked.
I could see that my little brother was hurt and that shit hurt me so I wrapped my arm around him and told him something that would change his outlook on life forever.
"You can't always go by actions because some people will ACT like they love you just to get what they want from you and then they'll fuck you over." I told him. "And that's what mama always seemed to forget, not everybody is your damn friend and not everybody deserves a handout." He shook his head.
"Then why bother talking to folks and caring for em'? How do you know they got good intentions?" He asked and I shrugged.
"That's a good question. There isn't no point of talking to folks in my opinion but we just do it." I said with a shrug.
"Well not me. I wish I would let a mufucka' cross me." He said seriously.
"Trust me they won't. Let them try and they'll have to deal with yo' big brother." I told him making him laugh.
"Brothers till the end." I told him and from that day forward the only way we went was up.
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