New Character, Nugget in the media. He's pretty important in this chapter.

Fuck a meeting, we about to have a sit down. - Kevin Gates

RESHAWD

My dad going crazy on me, throwing and breaking my stuff. "You leaving, nigga!" he yells. I lay back in the bed then laugh. "You can't put me out." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "Wanna bet? We gone see when yo ass get on that plane!" he yells. I smirk at him. "Whatever." I say. He shakes his head. "You really think I'm bullshittin?" he asks. "Come on, dad, everybody know you ain't kicking me out. You tried it with Holland and what you do, let her stay. Just turn the light off on yo way out." I say, laughing my ass completely off.

He charges at me. Ma snatches him back. "Stop!" she screams, holding him from behind, kissing on his back. I roll my eyes. "Ma, tell daddy to stop being over dramatic trying to scare me cause its not working." I say. She gives me a sad look. "He's not playing, Reshawd. Your life is seriously in danger here in California, you know? If you keep on doing what you doing, you'll be dead before you even get a chance to graduate and we don't want that for you, okay? So, we giving you a chance to straighten up. We sending you to Memphis for a while with your dad's grandpa, Gotti. He's a cool dude, I promise. You probably hate us for this right now but you'll thank us later. I can't deal with having to bury you, Shawd." she says, wiping tears out her eyes. "What? Yall do it, why can't I?" I yell at them. "Who the fuck you screaming at? Shawd, you fifteen, first of all! Second of all, you ain't me and you ain't her! You talk so much shit, mane and you always end up getting yo ass whooped by somebody! That's the main reason somebody came and gunned yo lil ass down, always starting some shit yo weak ass can't finish! You got so much mouth but can't back it up! That gun don't make you tough! And I kill for reasons, Zaya kills for reasons, we kill for our fuckin' family to be straight, you kill just to say you did it! That's why yo pussy ass getting out my shit!" he yells at me.

I glare at them. "I ain't going nowhere." I say. "You got two hours left in California then that's it, you going to Memphis." my dad says. I shake my head no. "Naw... yall crazy. I ain't leaving." I say. "Keep on thinking that." he says, pulling her out the room with him. I shake my head then grab my gun. These folks got me so fucked up if they think I'm leaving.

I get my crutches then leave out the room. I get on the home elevator then go downstairs. I might as well go kill since apparently, that's all I'm good for.

I'm outside that detective's house in my nigga Nugget's car. "You really gone merk the nigga?" he asks. "I know like hell you ain't finna go bitch on me." I say. "Nah, mane... I just can't kill nobody." he says. I shake my head. "Whatever." I say. "Shawd... I got a bad feeling about this. Nigga, I didn't even know yo daddy was Prod. I ain't tryin' to get involved in no crazy shit. I mean, I'm trying to get a basketball scholarship right now." he explains. I nod my head. "You believe in God?" he asks. I scrunch my nose up. "What that got to do with this?" I ask. "Just answer it." he says. "Aight... I do. I ain't religious and I ain't trying to be though." I answer. He nods his head. "Shawd... come on, make God proud. Don't kill the nigga." he says. I raise my eyebrow. "What got into you? Why you preaching?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Shawd, I found out I gotta have brain surgery this morning and they don't know if I'll live or not, aight? And Ion know how much longer imma be alive. But Shawd, I had to find somethin' to believe in, my nigga. I went to church. But while I'm here, ion wanna see you fuck yourself up. Come on, nigga, I know you can change. Come on, my granny will pray for you." he suggests.

I shake my head. "Damn... that's fucked up. You feel okay?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "What's hurting then?" I ask. "Seeing my best friend get ready to throw his life away. That's what's hurting." he answers. I look away from him. This shit getting way too deep for me.

"Come on, Shawd. You ain't gotta kill him. My granny will pray for you, bruh." he says. "Hell naw, I don't need no prayer." I say. He shakes his head. "You scared to pray, ain't you?" He asks. "What's the point? Everybody know I'm dying young and going to hell, bruh. God don't wanna hear me, he ain't trying to forgive me for shit so fuck it. " I say.

He shakes his head. "That ain't true. God ain't like us, he forgives regardless, you just gotta ask. Shawd, I got a dead ass question. Nigga, you like a brother to me. I tell you everything so don't be low key about this, aight? What made you act like this?" he asks. I stop and stare at him
"What?" I ask, a lil taken back by the question. "Why you act like this?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Ion wanna talk about it." I say. "Come on, bruh... quit holding it in, nigga." he says. "I don't have a reason." I answer. He shakes his head. "Lies." he says. "Cause, this how I wanna act." I say.
"But why?" he asks. "I don't fucking know, I just do." I lie. There's a reason for everything but I seriously don't wanna talk about it.

"Aight. If you say so. Look, bruh... what you wanna do? You gone kill him or walk away? Your call, your life." he says. I look down at my gun then at the house. I open the passenger door. He blows, then shakes his head. I point the gun at his bedroom window. "Shawd..." he says. I sigh then close the door. I take the clip out then hand it to him. "Fuck it." I say. He smiles, clearly shocked as hell. "I'm proud of you, bruh." he says. I tried to hide it but I'm smiling like a bitch. Nobody ever told me they was proud of me before.

He drives away. "Where we going? Nigga, my daddy house ain't this way." I say. He ignores me then keeps on driving. We just got to a small house in Compton. "My granny house." he says. "Hell naw, bruh... I ain't trying to be into all that." I say
"Come on, nigga." he says. I blow then get out, leaning on my crutches.

We sitting in the living room on a couch covered with plastic. I look around at all those little black people mini statue things that old people buy, family pictures, baby pictures, wedding pictures, and graduation pictures. His family looks so happy and put together. An old black woman walks out the back with rollers in her hair, a gown on, and slippers. She looks good to be a grandma though but so does my great grandma. "This my friend, Shawd. We go way back." he says. She looks at me like she seen a ghost then covers her mouth with tears in her eyes. "Reshawd, my baby." she says, hugging me tight. My eyes widen. I do not know this woman.

"How you know him?" Nugget awkwardly asks her. She ain't answering, she just crying on me. "Uh... miss, no disrespect, but I don't know you. Can you get off me? You getting my shirt wet." I say. I don't know if that was disrespectful or not, I ain't a respectful person at all but I actually tried to be respectful when I said that.

She pulls away then looks at Nugget. "Ryshawn..." she starts. "My name is Reshawd." I correct her. "Naw, that's my real name, bruh." he says. I've been knowing this nigga forever but never knew his real name. "Yall are brothers." she says, in tears, covering her mouth with her hand.

We look at each other. "What?" both of us ask. She must be one of those grandmas who still smoke weed cause her ass acting like she just smoked some good shit.

"How's Prod, baby?" she asks. "How you know my daddy? And what you mean, we brothers?" I ask. "Reshawd, I used to baby sit you while your daddy was in jail while you were a baby. He used to come over and get a hot meal when he was a little boy. My daughter, Reina, your mom Renika's sister got pregnant by your dad when they were younger but she died in a car crash so I raised him." she says, pointing at Nugget. Nugget is sixteen now. "Your dad got Renika pregnant the next year." she says, shaking her head. "Bitch,don't lie to me!" I snap at her.

Nugget pushes me. "Chill out! That's still my grandma, our grandma!" he yells at me. "She ain't my grandma." I say. "Yes she is! I thought about it but said forget it! Now it's confirmed, you my brother and my cousin! We double kin even though it's weird!" he snaps. I scrunch my nose up. He does kinda have some of the same features as me and my dad.

"This weird." I say. "Yeah..." he mumbles. "I'm sorry, miss." I say to my so called grandma. "It's okay, baby. Can you call your dad so I can get him to come and talk to me?" she asks. I roll my eyes at the thought of my daddy. I can't stand his ass right now. "Yeah." I say, calling him.

We just waiting for him to get here. He had a million and one questions about how I know this lady and what I'm doing here and asking why I ain't at home packing my shit up to leave Cali.

The doorbell rings. She goes and opens it. My dad and my sexy ass step momma walk in. "Wassup, Ms. Janet?" he asks, hugging her. "Hey, baby. You don't come see me no more." she says. "I was in jail again. But ay, this my lady, Zaya." he introduces her. "And that's my baby." he says, pointing at her small belly. I loudly smack my lips on purpose.

"And this Ms. Janet, Renika momma." he dryly says the last part. "Ohhh, so you're Reshawd's grandma, hey." ma says, shaking her hand. "She ain't my damn grandma." I mumble. Ma slaps me in my chest. She damn near knocked my heart out with that shit.

"Dang." I mumble, rubbing my chest. I didn't realize she was that strong. "What, you need some money, Ms. Janet?" my dad asks, pulling his wallet out. "No... sit down, baby." she says. Me and Nugget look at each other, then all of us sit. "What's wrong?" dad asks. She points at Nugget. "He's your son." she says. Well, damn, she blunt as fuck. She didn't try to ease it on the nigga or nothing.

Ma starts choking on absolutely nothing, looking at Nugget like she trying to inspect the nigga soul or some shit.

"What?" my dad asks with an unreadable look on his face. She points at Nugget. "Reina, my daughter Renika's sister died in a car crash after she had Nugget. He's yours, his name is Ry-" my dad cuts her off. "Ryshawn." he finishes. All of us look at him crazy. "So, you knew?" Nugget asks. My dad nods his head. "Why you didn't help raise me then? You helped make me, nigga." Nugget snaps at him, breathing heavily. He clearly don't know how crazy my dad is.

My dad starts laughing. "Yup, you mine. Ion know why she trying to play like ian know. " he simply says. Everybody starts staring at my dad, wondering why he laughing and acting nonchalant. "Seriously? I'm sixteen! I used to wonder why my dad wasn't in my life! You rich and take care of all yo kids but I'm struggling, man! I struggle, Reshawd is rich and you knew I was your child this whole time but you didn't care!" Nugget yells at my dad. My dad raises his eyebrow. "Ms. Janet, where the fuck is the money?" he dryly asks, glaring a hole through her face.

Her hands start shaking. "What money? What?" Nugget yells. "Nigga, quit fucking hollering at me before I knock your voice box out and make you shit it out." my dad snaps. I give him a weird look. Never heard a threat like that before.

Nugget's eyes widen a little. "Where the fucking money at? I'm losing my patience and I tried to stay respectful but you really got me fucked up right now." my dad calmly says.

"Watch how you talk to my grandma." Nugget says. My dad glances at him. "Boy, I put it on my life, you finna make me hurt you. You and Reshawd got these smart ass mouths and-" Nugget cuts him off. "Nigga, shut up! How you know what I got? You a fucking dead beat, my nigga! You don't even know me!" he yells at him, breathing heavily.

My dad gets up then walks over to him. I weakly stand then grab my dad. "Come on, dad... his emotions getting the best of him and he don't know you, for real. He just mad. Don't hurt him." I say. My dad pushes me off him then walks back to the couch.
Man, if this shit was to get filmed for Maury or Jerry Springer, I swear the ratings would be so high by now.

"Where the money at?" my dad asks this old bitch. "What money?" Nugget asks. "None of your business!" she screams. My dad raises his eyebrow. "None of my business? You mean to tell me, the two hundred million dollars I gave you to take care of my son is none of my business? The other eighty million I gave yo ass to get him any and every car he wanted for his sixteenth birthday is none of my business? Why the fuck his shoes dirty? I know damn well I send a few thousand every week for him to get new clothes and shoes or whatever he want with it! Fuck you mean it's not my business?" my dad yells.

My mouth drops right along with Nugget's. My daddy had these folks rich as fuck. "Fine! Fine! I gambled it up, okay? And the other money, I gave to my ex husband and he bought drugs and gambled that away so we are broke now!" she screams, crying. My dad blows, massaging his temples, something he does before he loses his mind.

"I never wanted to not be apart of your life, and I don't know what her ass been telling you but real talk, she kept you from me cause she didn't want me to have custody. She always threatened to get me locked up for my lifestyle and all that bullshit so she never would allow me to come near you. She got a fucking restraining order on me but I still tried to respect her. Look, I still wired money to an account for you. I was trying to take care of you even though she wouldn't allow me to. I didn't turn my back on you, I ain't even like that. I promise you I wanted to be apart of your life, man. But the restraining order fucked that up. I got locked up a few times for trying to come around and hid it from my family." my dad admits.

"Dang." I mumble. I believe him. My dad got flaws and I don't like him right now cause he sending me away but he never been a pussy, he always kept me and my siblings first so I figured it had to be more to him not being in Nugget's life.

"That's true, grandma? You told me my dad moved to China and started living the good life." Nugget says. I burst out laughing. What the hell type of lie was that?

"I'm sorry." I mumble. "Grandma, that was true?" he yells. "I'm sorry I lied." she whispers. He stands up then balls his fists up. My dad grabs him. "She still yo grandma." he says. "Get off me!" Nugget yells, jerking around. My dad presses him into the wall. "Chill." he demands. Nugget glares at him, calming down. My dad lets him go. "Come ride with me." he says, pulling his keys out his pocket. Nugget shakes his head then storms out the house. I grab my crutches then stand.

My dad glares at Janet then shakes his head. "Shit a shame." my dad says. He reaches for ma's hand. She pushes him away from her then walks out behind Nugget. Welp, he ain't getting no coochıe tonight.

I follow behind everybody then get in my dad's truck. "That's yours?" my dad asks, pointing at Nugget's 1998 Honda truck. "Yes. Don't judge it. It get me around." he dryly answers, staring out the window. I feel bad for my nigga. I can tell this gone be a long ride.

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