Red Bull Chapter 2
Red Bull, Chapter 2
For we know in part and we prophecize in part. That's what the bible teaches us. Who knew I would end up here after seeing Meek at my house. I guess I did. See there were some lines you didn't cross with old school gangsters like me. Meek was pressing into my territory.
I press my face up against the coldness of the 2015 Acura, eyes squinting, heavy breathing and heart beating through my chest as I pull upon him. He doesn't see me coming. The block is chock full of badass kids having a rap contest on their way home from school, fiends trying to look for their next hit, prostitutes carrying on for every white man foolish enough to wander the streets on Rosecran's.
"What the?"
Meek is standing there. He has his pants sagging, which I don't understand unless he wants to show everyone in the hood how fat his ass is in his gray Calvin Klien shorts. He has a dutch hanging from his pink lips and he flashes a white smile to every shorty that walks past him. They seem to be checking him out especially when he keeps digging in his draws pulling at his dick.
That's when I see him, "Ayo, Meek...lemme holla at you..."
He flashes me that sweet-boy Meek smiles. I'd seen it a million times when he'd show off that dimples of his and get of trouble. It didn't hurt that his skin was the consistency of milk and his eyes were the color of deeply steeped Herbal tea. Then there was his breath. The way it smells like licorice even though he doesn't have any candy in his mouth. It's a strange fuckin thing that I remember from when we were kids.
"Red Bull. That's you?" he asks.
He tries to reach for me but I catch him off guard right there on the side of the street. All he sees is the Red Bull. I was legendary in the hood for runnin' upon my enemies regardless of their size. He doesn't realize I'm there until it's too late. I'd spent all night looking for him. Rolling down Rosecrans in Compton, L.A. hip-hop's Main Street.
"Ayo what-the- fuck man."
He tries to reach for his gat but I pull it out of his pants. I manage to have his pin downed. He is a tough son-of-a-bitch and kicks up. For some reason when he kicks up he from his waist in an attempt, I believe, to buck me off of him. I push my abdomen forward to kick him pinned down, and we do this continuously, making it look like we were straight up fuckin'.
"Y'all niggas gay," somebody's badass neighborhood kid says.
I fake-pump at the lil' kid causing him to run away and leave us alone. Now that Meek's stopped, I manage to push my crotch up from his ass area enough where none of this is awkward.
"What the fuck were you doing at my family's crib?" I ask him.
He doesn't hesitate. He had to know this was coming sooner or later. He had to know that I was going to find out. He doesn't seem all that angry.
"Your sister. She wanted some dope..."
I choke harder. I'm seeing red again. That bull. It comes out when I don't expect it. I hit him a couple of times, thrashing him as hard as I can.
"I should break your fuckin arm."
He doesn't flail like most guys. It's kind of weird how he just takes the pain. Silently. He doesn't mouth out a single wince of pain or anything when I'm fucking him up on the ground. He just takes it. He struggles a bit to get up and when he realizes I have his pressure points he just grits his teeth and bears it.
It's almost hard not to respect the guy. I think about maybe letting him go.
Until he opens his mouth and says, "This ain't about Jamila...is it...it's about that day."
I stare at Meek and I remembered back then.
Let me take you back.
I was 13. I knew all about guns, all about drugs, all about how to make sure that if someone didn't pay Mace Carlton, who was the biggest worst drug dealer back then, how to make them pay. Back then my younger brother Jamison wanted to be like me. He followed me everywhere I went and he hung out with my best friend in the world. This guy named Meek. Meek was the kid around town everyone wanted. Light skinned, bright, tall and handsome. He was 12 at the time. All the girls liked him so he had a lot of experience and I'd go to him asking for it. At this point, I was the oldest of three siblings. Even back then they were all troubled. That was how things went. Me and Jamison I learned everything we knew about girls from Meek.
One day I come home. I go to Jamison's room to get him. We are going to a junior football practice. Except I see Jamison with the captain.
The first thing is, "It's so big...I don't think I can fit it all in my mouth."
And then to all of my shock, I saw who it was standing over my little brother. Meek. The boy who I had looked up to for sexual advice was I watch Jamison pressing his face down, his lips eagerly awaiting the much bigger boy at the time. I remembered how massive Meek's penis seemed to me and how confused I was at why my little brother was on his knees. I mean I knew about sex and shit I wasn't a fucking dumb kid but I had no idea about gay sex at the time.
"Yo does it taste good?" Jamison asks him.
"You gotta suck it and find out."
The only way I could describe my little brother was a baby bird. He had a slim frame at the time, still does. He was on his knees like a fuckin baby bird, gulping for something and I'm confused wondering, almost desperately so what the hell secret ritual Meek was sharing with my brother that he hadn't shared with me. And in a way, I was upset my little brother hadn't come to me but went to Meek. Back then I didn't know how fuckin' sick that shit was, honestly.
"Yo---- do it taste good?"
Meek moved behind my brother hauling his dick out like a fucking weapon. I tried to turn away but my peripheral vision made out Meek putting his dick on my brother's lips. He was circumcised, and far larger than my dick. His eyes were closed, and his head was back.
That's when my brother started to put his lips on it but stops.
"Do you cum on my chest?" my little brother asked my best friend asked.
"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly, as though not sure if this was an acceptable practice
or not. "Do you?"
"No... I can't cum yet, but I don't want it near me." I think he could tell by my reaction that I was a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, most dudes swallow cum."
"I just can't."
"Why not?"
My brother seems perplexed by the question. He considers it for a moment. And then leans over and sucks his dick a little. At that time I didn't know what was happening but later on, I'd reason that my little brother was tasted his first bit of salty precum. For a moment he squirms at it but then does it, again and again, settling in that it wasn't so bad.
"Maybe I should. I dunno. What do you do?" he asks, "If I decide when it's time I don't wanna swallow it."
"Just spit on the desk, or on a towel, or whatever is around. But you really should just swallow it."
I'd heard Meek play girls like this. It confused me on why he was talking to Jamison in this way. My brother makes some response I can't here. He trailed off and was resuming his concentration on sucking dick. He re-positioned himself and I guess Jamison moved a little, but Meek ended up having his shoulder pointing between his legs as he looked over him to the computer. Meek seemed to be enjoying it. He was moaning a little again and had reached his previous level of excitement. Jamison was still stroking his dick but had slowed so that he would not cum too soon.
His moans had become pronounced for a moment as his body tensed and he leaned against his shoulder. He had begun cumming and shot his load all over his face.
Jamison didn't swallow a drop.
He gagged on the floor covered in Meek's manhood. I don't know why, but this set me off as well, and I nut right there in my pants. The ooziness of my man mayonnaise dripped down my leg like melted ice cream getting thinner as it goes. The coolness of the feeling sends shivers down my spine.
Of course, I make a noise.
And that's when Meek's there, "Joyous?"
It was all kinds of confusion. Shame anger. My little brother staring down at my pants and realizing that I'd been watching them. Both boys knowing what had happened was too much for me. So I do what I always do. I beat him the fuck up. I mean I beat Meek bad. My palms crashing into his face so bad that my dad gets up.
My dad walks in he sees Meek naked. He gives this loud shout that I would never forget. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life hearing that noise. It was as though God himself had come into my father. He grabbed his face and balled his eyes clenching them shut. Meek runs out of the house butt naked, dick in hands.
My father chases after Meek and I'm watching in shock. He doesn't catch up with the younger more athletic boy. When he comes back he keeps his eyes covered as though scared to look.
"I do not know what I saw but when I come back, I will have an explanation and a punishment from whoever is in this room."
He knew there was gay sex. Pops went to get pick a switch. You know he is ready to wail on you when he goes to find his own. Most parents would come home with some sort of branch. Not my father. My father believed sparing the rod would spoil the child. He'd come back with a piece of wood. And by a `piece' I mean perhaps a two-by-four. I remember one time he beat Joshua so bad that child services got involved and the only way my father got out of it was because the social worker went to my church. By now, we were just two young kids sitting in the hallway terrified to move. Grandma was at church, otherwise would have run over to her room for sanctuary. It was clear but from the way he grabbed his eyes, blinded by his disgust, that was the extent of his knowledge of what happened. He hadn't seen me spying perhaps. Had he seen me interested?
And that is when my brother Jamison said, "Say it was Joshua..."
My mouth goes dry as I attempt to respond after not thinking I've heard Jamison correctly. My brother Joshua had been fast asleep throughout this entire ordeal. He was quite literally the only one who didn't know what was going on.
"Wh-what---"
"He didn't see who was in the room. He'd believe it was him."
Momma walks past us. I think Jamison reaches out for her and help and I know she's going to push him away. I'm surprised however when she kicks him away instead.
Jamison is desperate. He's sweating. He knows, then, that Pops is beyond upset. He was going to beat the sin out of someone tonight. And when Pops got in one of these moods you never knew what could happen. Not even back then. You just never knew.
He was wrong though. He may have had some points about our little brother but I couldn't do it. I couldn't just throw him under the bus. I clutch onto my cross at that moment.
"God doesn't want us lying," I say, "So shut the hell up `fore I beat your ass myself."
That usually gets Jamison quiet. But the one thing Jamison is scared of more than me is my father. He turns back to me.
"If you don't do it...." he pauses. Takes a deep breath and turns to me, "I'll tell how you watched. I'll tell about how you like it."
I could beat his ass at that moment that he would threaten me like that but just at that moment, my father comes back in the room. He had a low, quiet, stern patience about him. He was the worst sort of thing. The way he holds the plank in his hand makes me nervous. I just watch, breathing slowly.
"The demon in Joshua is spreading. As I thought it was. And from love I have to drive out that spirit," he states, putting such an emphasis on drive that Jamison shuffles in his seat and looks as though he's about to cry, "No matter how you believe in God he doesn't hate you, he hates sin it is Written and his law a man shall not lay with other men."
"It wasn't me Daddy," Jamison cries.
Jamison's eyes were all red back then. His face is all flushed.
Pops is floating over him, "Well come on with it then. Who was it...who was it...? God Almighty Wiped out the City of Sodom and Gomorrah for their brazen and shameful conduct and I plan to do the same..."
I'm breathing heavy. It wasn't that serious. I had girls over at the house and my father never seemed to care. It was only when it came to the idea of Joshua's demon spreading. And hell, what did I know? It may have even been the truth. The homosexual demon in Joshua was spreading. And I don't want to hurt my little brother, I don't but this was his demon, right? It was why Jamison was letting Meek put his dick in his mouth. It was why I came on myself. This was Joshua's fault.
So why not lie. Why not lie?
Jamison looks over at me through the side of his eyes, slowly looks at my father, takes a deep breath and says the words, "It was Joshua."
My father reacts. He rarely reacts. Even from the pulpit it was always a dead plan, frigid long drawn out salvos of fire and brimstone. But it was always when it came to Joshua. Joshua was my father's original sin, before my sister Jamila got addicted to drugs or Jamison turned to promiscuity, or before I turned to the streets. To my father, we should have kicked Joshua out of the house. We should have released the black stain when we had the chance. When Joshua got older and his `habits' became `acts', my father ended up finally kicking him out. But it didn't matter by then. To my father, letting Joshua stay when he was younger spoiled the rest of the batch. All of his fruit now spoiled my dad died, alone and angry.
It's the worst sort of death.
"Huh?" a voice states.
Joshua comes in from the doorway. He'd just woken up. I remember how innocent he was. He was always the one I wanted to protect because back then he was so outside of the world. A child with puffed up cheeks and shit desperately wanting to fit in. See me, I was a thug. I was built for this shit. I always thought back then that Joshua was built for a different time or something. He has no idea what he's walking into.
"You been sinnin'?" My father asks.
To my father, when it came to Joshua specifically, sinning consisted of even thinking about anything sexual. Anytime a shirtless man on television came on TV I watched my father look over at Joshua. God forbid Joshua doesn't turn away from any sort of sin in our household my father would have a look in his eyes. A look that he had right now.
"I just woke up..." my little brother whiffs and anyone with half of a brain would have been able to see then how confused he was by what was happening.
My father turns to me.
There is a fire in his eyes.
"Who did it Joyous?" he asks, "Who did it?"
He looks at me. And I'm stuck. What do I choose? I think it was the first time I felt it. The Holy Spirit. It just came to me like a storm. Shadowing over me. There was this feeling that what I did here would matter. Maybe not in this lifetime but perhaps when I'd meet my maker. And I'd be judged at this moment.
So I wondered. What do I do?
God. Where are you?
~
I snap out of my daze. My eyes are open and Meek has gotten out of my lock. He hasn't sought out revenge or even gotten away. He just stares at me as though I have 8 different fucking heads. I stare back at him. It's an awkward calmness.
"What happened?" I ask.
"You were in some sort of daze for a few minutes, didn't wanna just leave you," he states before cramping up, "You went back there, didn't you?"
My hands are shaking. I look down at them. They are older than they were back then but they were still so shaky. I steady my hands at that moment.
It takes a moment but I manage to speak, "You stayed?"
"I'm not a dickhead, regardless of what you'd like to think..." he shrugs.
I pause, "Man whatever man..."
He grunts back at me, "Red bull. Still, mean as always. You know you can...talk about that night right? The story that everyone got wasn't the real story. What did your dad do when he found us having sex?"
It's awkward, "Can we not?"
"You're shaking...." he notices looking down.
I look down at that moment. My hands are shaking. I hate it. Even when he's dead my father still had this hold on me. I couldn't explain it and I couldn't get away from it.
Finally after a second of breathing I have no choice but to expose myself even a little bit, "I think about that night all the time. My dad was so upset he showed up to school and embarrassed Joshua pulling down his pants and telling everyone that he enjoys getting..."
I stop talking. It's hard to say the truth that happened that night.
"I didn't have sex with Joshua and you knew it," he states, "Jamison set him up. Maybe if you want to stop thinking about it you should admit that to Joshua and apologize. You are a good guy deep inside."
"I don't feel like a good guy," I respond.
He reaches over to me and does the oddest thing. He presses his forehead against my forehead and says, "You're more than enough..."
I'd never had someone say that. I'd never had it come out so smooth and out of nowhere. I'm beyond nervous but I have to go for it. So I do. I lean forward and kiss him. It's the quickest peck because we are in public. I don't know what I'm thinking.
I jump up all of a sudden feeling dirty...so fucking dirty.
"Yo you tripping," I state...
"I'm not," he responds.
He licks his lips. He attempts to get closer to me. His pink lips puckering up. He's a man, bigger than me and the way he leans into me almost feels like he wants to dominate me and take control of me. He grabs me by my hips like I would do a bitch. I check him on the chest causing him to back up a little bit.
"You tripping."
"You got my number," he states, "You not ready now, I see, but you got my number. I'm not tripping."
"Yeah aight nigga...stay the fuck away from me..."
I walk away, desperately. I don't think I'd ever walked so tough in my life. My pants were sagging, my hip bouncing, my swag kicked up to legendary status just because at that moment I wanted to be a man. I wasn't doing it for me. I wasn't doing it for Meek. In this weird way, I had an audience of one. An audience of God. And I needed him to know that I was still the same me. The same Joyous.
~
Half the day passes and I find myself at Club Marchioness. I can't get the kiss out of my head throughout the day. It becomes an obsession. Some forbidden thought that I can't shake. I attempt to chew gum and listen to music to avoid the thoughts of Meek's lips brushing up against mine. And I can feel the devil all through my body.
I pray and pray. The more I try not to think of him, the more I end up thinking of him.
We are preparing for the new launch that was going down for New Years. Like most days everyone else is gone except for me and my brother Joshua. We always work the hardest. Today is no exception. I've taken my shirt off and wiped it causing a couple of the local bar girls to stop and saunter. When I don't respond my brother looks over at me.
"Your nieces made you something..."
My brother hands me a picture. A picture with them and me. It says Eva and Isabella love Uncle Joyous. My heart pounds heavily in my chest when I read the message. It's amazing hearing that.
"Tell Isabella that because she's doing good in school I'm getting her a special gift," I state, "This weekend..."
"Hopefully not a lotta cash. But they do need a lotta of attention. You watching the kids tonight right?" he asks me, "You got Uncle duties?"
"I got my girls..."
"And Sean too."
Sean, my other brother Jamison's son. He was still a kid, not even old enough to have hair underneath his arms. I grunt a little bit. It wasn't that I didn't love Sean. I did. It's just that I didn't have a relationship with the little boy and let's just say that the kid had something of a behavioral problem.
I shake my head, "That kid's got something's wrong with him."
I think we started realizing Sean was a little different when he started being destructive. He seemed to get into dark silent fits where he would try to destroy everything in his path. When he got like that you couldn't control him. When he got like that there was no stopping him.
My brother nods in agreement, "What do you expect when his father is confused in his dating life..."
"You mean him being gay?" I ask.
He shrugs, "I mean Jamison not knowing what he is or who he wants and introducing strangers into Sean's life that all end up leaving permanently. Jamison being a bad dad has nothing to do with him being gay..."
I glare at Joshua, "Watch your fucking mouth about my brother."
I slap him upside the head. He curls up like he wants to do something back but thinks again about it. He'll think again calling Jamison a bad dad too...even if it's true. God knows Jamison finding God, breaking up a healthy relationship and dating some random girl was enough to cause a strain on his son. I don't choose sides between Joshua and Jamison. They were born very close together and Grandma told me she would put me in their cage to keep them from strangling one another. They were oil and water. They didn't mix but I was the hand constantly making them mix.
I was my brothers' keeper. I always would be.
Just at that moment, I get a call. I look down and I'm shocked by who it is. It's Meek's number. Why the hell was he calling me? I almost drop my phone but realize me letting down my guard causes Joshua to smack me hard in the back of his head.
I chase my brother pin him down. The play fighting cause the girls who are staring at us to break out into long fits of laughter.
I turn my back to them immediately getting off my brother.
"OK what's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing," I grunt.
"I know you, Joyous," he explains, "You're like every other straight man. Those pretty girls over there are throwing themselves at you. The Joyous I knew would have already had his dick out challenging them to an eggplant contest."
He laughs at himself for a moment. It's entertaining to him. We've been trying to build up our relationship. I've always loved my little brother and always been close to him, but that didn't mean we had a positive relationship always. So it was nice to have him trying with me, but today was different. Today I had a lot on my mind.
"What you know about being straight, nigga? Weren't you `born that way' or whatever..." I ask.
Joshua had two sides to him. One side is the boss. The other side is the lost little boy that comes at times like this when he shrugs haphazardly and says, "Ionno."
"What you mean you don't know?" I ask, "You always been gay right."
"Yeah."
"That's crazy..."
He turns to me seeming confused by my response, "Crazy?"
I shrug, "Don't you think...ionno...being gay is a sin."
"Says who?" he asks me raising an eyebrow.
I grunt hard at him, "God..."
"Funny, I spoke with God about my sexuality as a gay man and he told me it was OK," he explains to me.
I glare at him. I hate when he played like that, "Nigga no he didn't, don't play like that before I fuck you up."
I take a step closer to my brother. He knows from our childhood rumps that I meant it. I would hurt him if he played with my god. Joshua wasn't religious as a kid, not that I know of, but then again I didn't know much about Joshua. He was the type of shy kid who wasn't like Jamison or me. We were cool. We were in the streets. Joshua was the geeky gay kid.
"The Old Testament says..."
My little brother gets really quiet. He drops the box in his hands. I don't think he's joking. I study his face. I wonder if he can read through my face the struggles I'm having.
My brother cuts me off as though prepared for this very moment, "The Old Testament was a guideline and our sins were fulfilled by the resurrection of Jesus. I used to think like that and one day...out of nowhere, God came to me. And he told me...he said it was alright..."
"So many people in the church have said it was wrong."
"True..." he says with this full-on confidence that I don't understand, "But how many of them can say they spoke with Jesus."
~
I get back to my brother's house. AK and him are going out on a date and I'm watching my nieces. How Sean also came up in this equation I don't know but anytime Jamison could get a free babysitter, he took it. I had no idea where Jamison was right now. At least Joshua had the sense to make sure his kids were OK before leaving for the town.
"Let me know if you need anything OK..." Joshua states.
"Listen, bro...I owe you...after that whole Keon thing," I state.
Joshua shakes his head, "Water under the bridge..."
I walk them out of the house, making sure...like always I take my gun out and leave it out on the front.
I'm able to get them to sleep early and I'm left up in this guest room just thinking. I keep thinking about the conversation that I had with my brother that left me more confused than ever. Did he have a point? I wasn't born gay like Joshua says he was. I still liked girls... a lot. But for some reason I was curious. I kept thinking about Meek and I didn't know why. I had never thought about any other guy in my life like this. It wasn't a normal thing. I'd seen a million men naked and never felt the urge to kiss any of them.
I felt the urge to kiss Meek again. I felt the urge to touch his lips.
I look down. My body is solid. I am naked underneath the covers, figuring I'd just spend the night since they'd be home so late. My body is solid. My chest could put your favorite superhero to shame, abs were cascading down my chest and my skin was always this smooth shade similar to most to whipped almond butter. I never lacked for being attractive. Maybe that's what the problem was. I had every girl I could imagine.
Meek was different.
He was dangerous. He always had been.
I begin to reach for my dick, thinking again about those thoughts. Those thoughts of him. The idea of him touching me. I reach lower, my fingertips slowly brush pubic hair until I reach the base of my dick. I fell hard on the shaft and then I hear my phone vibrate.
Meek.
Weird.
"Hello?" I pick up.
"Yo weird fuckin thing. I was driving through the city and think I saw your car on Auburn. This ain't your house...is it?"
I pause. No fucking way. I go to the window at that moment and open it. Sure enough, there is a white car outside with the lights on. The driver is most definitely Meek. He looks up at me seeing me looking down at him.
"You stalking me?" I ask.
"Why? You scared?"
I think about it for a moment. Perhaps he did know my brother stayed here. Perhaps through the grapevine, he knew I'd be here tonight. Compton was messy like that. Shit like that happened all the fucking time.
After a few seconds of slow meditation, I say the words I never thought I'd say.
"Come up."
~
We're on the bed before I know it. It's almost as though we are 15-year-old boys unsure of what we should do first. It's the middle of the night at this point. He's left his jacket over on the chair by the door and is now sitting on my bed. He looks on the ground. I look at the ground, as well. I'm breathing heavy...he's breathing heavy, as well. He leans back on the bed.
"So what's good?" he asks.
I pause. He was trying to be cool. He was trying to play me like I played these bitches when I had them on their knees groveling to me.
"You came to me nigga..."
He studies my face at that moment. He's masculine. He's more masculine than anyone I'd ever seen in my life. How could he possibly like men? I knew gay guys. Joshua was gay. Jamison, even after disavowing his gay lifestyle still had gay tendencies. This boy had no gay tendencies. None...whatsoever.
"You not ready for what I'm ready for so you tell me what's good," is his response.
I hesitate, "I wouldn't have invited you up here if I wasn't...."
That's all he needs to hear. He leans over and starts to kiss me again. It was like before. It was just as warm and just as intense. If not even more so this time. This time he climbs up on me as though I was a mountain making sure that his entire body engulfs my own. I lay below him, allowing the back of my head to hit the pillow and my thighs to separate just enough to allow his strong, slim body to make it's way firmly between my body. We kiss some more, this time harder than it was before.
Somehow we get naked during this. I don't even recall how. I do recall the grinding up against one another. His dick is as big as mine. Our long hard dicks cause so much friction just from grinding that it feels as though I could cum.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this..." he says, "Guess there's a God after all..."
Something about him saying that completely turns me off. I get up off the bed. I just stand there for a minute.
"Get the fuck out!"
"What?" he asks.
"Get the FUCK out nigga before I fuck you up."
"Are you for real nigga?" he asks, "Lemme find out you some psycho DL nigga switching it up for no apparent reason. You just going to kick me ----"
I hit him. I don't know why. I just do. I hit him right in the fucking face.
"Get out!" I bark at him.
"My jacket---"
"GET OUT NOW!"
I run him out of there and the moment he leaves I just feel like I'm having a bit of a panic attack. Nothing heals it. Nothing.
~
I go into the room and close my door that night.
I end up falling asleep that night and almost immediately all these images come to my head. Theres was my girlfriend Marcella, who I barely saw. I had images of the Marchioness. I had images of my father. I had images of the day that I let my little brother Joshua down. I never was able to make it up to him.
I was never able to make it right with him.
I dream about Joshua. I dream about the day that I told my father it was Joshua having sex with Meek. He pulled a gun on Joshua. He held it at Joshua's dome for 10 minutes. 10 full minutes.
He kept saying, "I'll pull the trigger. I'll pull the trigger."
I kept looking at him thinking he would. I was sure he would.
What if he did. What if he did.
BANG!
I jerk up.
"What the----"
The shot is the noise. I turn at that moment and notice something that I hadn't noticed before. The bedroom door is open. The fucking bedroom door is open.
"Did you hear that?" a voice states.
I turn and see Jamison of all people. This was confusing why my brother was in the house that Joshua shared with Jamison but then I remembered his son was here. No doubt he'd come to pick him up and probably fell asleep in one of the guest bedrooms. Looking around it was also clear that AK and Joshua weren't back yet.
So where the hell did the gunshot come from?
"Oh my...god..."
That's when we realize what's happened. That's when I realize that because of my sin, something bad has happened.
Because of my sin, I allowed Meek in my house.
Because of my sin, there was a gun in the house.
Because of my sin...my nephew, Sean got a hold of that gun.
"Sean...what did you do?" I ask, tears running down my eyes, "Sean what did you do?"
That's when I see my niece, little Isabella laying in a pool of her own blood after Sean accidentally took Meek's gun out of my room...and shot her.
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