The Hood Guy and The Good Guy

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'I thought I told you to leave my sister alone Triggz' Sanchez spurted. I lifted my eyes slightly trying to read Triggz and find out what kind of approach he was going to take. 

'You did bro and I am. It was late so I walked her home' he said confidently like he had pre determined the scenario unfolding beforehand. 

Sanchez glared at me looking for my approval at Triggz claim. I looked back and forth between them unsure whether to agree or not. I know Triggz is only trying to save his ass, he doesn't care about me or my relationship with Sanchez but at the same time even if me and Triggz was never going to be anything serious I liked having him around. 

'Yeah, I told him not to but he insisted' I said quietly hoping Sanchez believed me. The last thing I needed was a pissed off brother and lover. 

'Hmpft, okay well mums waiting so get in the house Miami' Sanchez said to be but without breaking eye contact with Triggz. I sighed in annoyance as I opened the door and walked my ass inside. A few moments later I was followed my Sanchez I wasn't sure if he had said anything to Triggz or not but buy the sour expression spread across his face I guessed he had. 

The atmosphere was tense as we waited for mum to come and tell us the reason she brought us back here. We was basically allowed to do what I wanted after our dad died, I suppose the heartbreak and stress of being a single mum lead to me and Sanchez being neglected which is why he was so protective over me. He played the father role from a young age to me and our younger sister London our mum tried her best but she struggled. Not with us or being a mum per say but being alone and not having a man by her side. She turned to alcohol and partying like she was a teenager all over again which led to London being conceived 5 years ago from a one night stand. Thankfully after finding out about London she stopped her stupid childish ways and came back to reality. She got a secure job and looked after us the best she could but by that time Me and Sanchez were both out doing out own thing and use to having no authority.

My thoughts of the past were quickly interrupted by my mums presence. She looked tired and sad like she had been crying. Her bright blue eyes were stained red and her primp long hair was matted. 

'You alright mum' I questioned trying to break the silence. 

She let out an uneasy cough before proceeding to speak.

'Please don't be mad. I have been thinking and going back and forth all day, trying to decide the best way to approach you both and tell you this but I decided it was best to be straight forward and Rawr. She muffled between light whimpers as she avoided eye contacted with us both. 

'Whats this about ma?' Sanchez questioned.

'My dad is dead. I-I've never really spoke about him to the both of you and its for a reason but unfortunately now his gone and you are both in his will its a conversation we know have to have'. 

Me and Sanchez looked at each other dumbfounded about what our mother had just strew upon us. Unsure what to say we both stood in silence allowing her to carry on. 

'You see my dad was a racist man. He never agreed with me and your dad being together at first he thought it was just some wild fantasy. A rich privilege white girl and the poor little black boy but once I fell pregnant with Sanchez he knew it wasn't and thats when he gave me a choice. I either aborted Sanchez and acted like nothing ever happened or I leave change my last name and have nothing to do with the family again' 

'Well you picked the wrong choice' I said jokingly trying to lift the dim spirit in the room. 

Sanchez shot me and evil glare before speaking 

'So this whole time we have had rich family and lived like broke pieces of shit?' he questioned unable to comprehend what he had just heard. 

'When dad died why didn't you get back in contact with them for help mum?' I added to the list of questions both me and Sanchez needed answers for. 

'I couldn't go back. Imagine disowning your own child because the colour of her partners skin isn't white. I could never go back and be around someone like that' My mum said trying to hold back the tears but the emotion in her voice was evident. 

'What has this got to do with us though?' Sanchez asked whilst scratching his head. 

'I went to a meeting to hear his will and he has money for both of you but you can only have the money under his circumstances' She said sheepishly trying to work out what our reactions would be. 

'Fuck that' Snachez snapped.

'The mans dead and he still wants to control you, control US? Fuck him and his money' He added bitterly. 

'I understand if you don't want the money or to do what his will states but its a lot of money and could move us out of this dump' 

'How much?' Me and Sanchez said In unison. 

'£500,000 each but if you don't want to do this its fine. We will managed we always do' Mum smiled. Her warmth and lovingly presence crept back as the weight and pressure of telling us was no longer on her shoulders. 

'I'll do it. Whatever it is I'll do it' I chirped way to eagerly. I had no idea what my dead grandfather wanted me or Sanchez to do but if it meant moving from the hood and being able to live with less fear then I was willingly to do it. For my family and for me.