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“It’s not enough hours in the day for that shit, and I have more important things to do.”
“You have to let go of that anger, Tyson. You’ll burn everything you touch until you do. Take it from me,” Lucas advised.
“Trust me, I know. Sol and I paid the price for all that shit. Funny how you’re preaching all this accountability shit. Practice what you preach.”
“I messed up a lot. I can own that.”
“Sending your eighteen-year-old son away from his family to take the fall for your shit. Where’s your accountability for that?” I yelled, frustrated thinking back.
“I should have never put you in that position.”
“You think? Convincing everybody that I was reckless and impulsive to cover your shit was the perfect storm. You didn’t give a fuck why I was that way because it all worked out right. Uncle Ross and Everett didn’t find out just how bad your gambling was but Sol and I lived that shit every day.”
Tears pooled in his eyes, realizing just how deep his poor decision-making went.
“I guess I am a chip off the old block because I enabled your shit too. You preach this family shit, but you don’t give a fuck about family. Now that shit is planted in me too.”
“You’re right,” Lucas cleared his throat. “I’ve fucked up a lot, but I don’t want the same for you, son. It’s not too late.”
“Good luck covering your ass this time,” Heading for the door, I’d had enough of this trip down memory lane.
Father or not, he wasn’t getting another dollar from me. Lucas had one job- for once, show up for me. He couldn’t do it then and showed me that not much had changed.
I let Kyerra know I was on my way as I zoomed out of my parent's driveway. The feeling of her walls would soon erase all the shit floating around in my head. I needed it to before I did something I would regret.
“Hey,” she greeted me at the door, throwing her arms around my neck.
“Wassup.” Moving around her, I let myself in and sat on the couch.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s been a long ass day.”
“I know the feeling. Do you want to talk about it?” Kyerra asked, sinking next to me.
“Family bullshit. Some days I wish I could get away from all this shit.”
“Trust me. It won’t fix anything. I tried that, and here I am back in DuPont Falls.”
“I love my city, but shit feels like a vortex sometimes. It sucks you dry,” I spoke, staring at the ceiling, which likely didn’t make sense to Kyerra, but I didn’t feel like explaining every detail that led to my conflicted feelings.
“Make me feel better,” Kyerra insisted, pulling her shirt over her head. Sliding inside Kyerra was the perfect way to end a stressful day.
Straddling my lap, Kyerra attacked my neck while unbuttoning my pants. “I just want to forget him,” she mumbled. I wasn’t sure if she meant to, but I heard the shit clear as day.
Suddenly Mack’s words made sense. If Kyerra had her way, she’d still be with Gi. She was only here with me because she couldn’t be with him. Grabbing her wrists, she looked down at me, confused.
“What the fuck did you say?”
“What are you talking about?”
Standing up, she flopped on the couch as if she had no idea why I was leaving. “Don’t call me again,”
“Why are you tripping?”
“DuPont Falls, sweetheart, Kyerra, couldn’t be playing me. Not after what we had, but we’re not kids anymore, and all this shit is about Gianni getting somebody else pregnant,” I scoffed, shocked that I didn’t see it sooner. Or maybe I didn’t want to.
“Yes, I’m hurt, Tyson. I never lied to you about that.”
