Page 24 of Cove City: Volume II
I froze before turning to her. “You know what, Sasha? Maybe you're right, but the difference between you and me is that I can admit it, but can you?”
“How do you know about Quinton?” she asked. “Pierre’s cousin?”
I closed my eyes because the thought of him made me sick to my stomach. He was the reason I didn’t want to come back, but I was here now, and I knew I couldn’t run forever. “He tried to rape me,” I mumbled.
The way Sasha looked at me let me know he had tried it with her, too. We didn’t have to share any more words because we both knew. Sasha’s lips trembled as her eyes closed. All I could do was hug her because the pain seeped through her pores. I embraced her tightly. “There is no malice, Sasha, and I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“I’m sorry too,” she sobbed.
I didn’t know what this meant for her and me. I didn’t care about the orange and the blue side. All I cared about was keepingmy job, finding healing for what I went through with Quinton and clearing the air so I could be happy with Pierre.
QUINTON
After my auntie left, I waited by the door for Naheem to come out. I was already disgusted that their old asses were in there fucking, but to know Naheem’s dark secrets were even more shocking, but good for me. It took a few moments before he came running out of the room to chase my auntie. I could tell she had a hold on this nigga because the way he fumbled on his own two feet was crazy. I emerged from the dark corner next to the door, scaring him. “Sup nigga.”
“How the fuck did you get in here?”
I smiled. “It’s that Avery type shit,” I winked.
“If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn’t be here.”
I nodded as I circled him. “Tell me what’s best for me,” I paused. “Brother.” I smiled.
The agitation that set on his face was very satisfying. “So, all this muhfuckin time you knew I was kin and you and your bitch ass son treated me like I wasn’t one of you. Matter of fact, does Bishop know I’m his muhfuckin uncle? Huh?”
Naheem’s sinister laugh filled his halls. “What? I’m supposed to be scared of you,nigga. I’m supposed to curl up like a bitch, huh,baby brother!” he yelled. “You ain’t no kin to me nigga. You are some fucked up nigga whose mother laid up with a man she wasn’t supposed to. What did you come here for, sympathy? For a hug? For acceptance? Wrong muhfucka. Now welcome to the family!”
My fist curled, my nose flared. That was my momma he was talking about, and although I didn’t give a shit about her, it wassomething only I could do, not anyone else. “Fuck you!” I leaped toward him, and he jumped back.
He slapped his chest before raising his hand to the ceiling. “Wrong nigga, fuck you!” he shouted back as he swung on me, hitting me in the jaw.
Naheem then hit something on his stairs, and out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun, “Oh shit!” I said as I dived across the hall.
Bloaw!
“That’s right, oh shit! Come in my muhfuckin house!” He barked
Bloaw!
He came down the hall as I tried to escape his crazy ass. I knew Naheem was with the shits, but this I wasn’t expecting. “Nigga I just need some money!” I shouted as I dived into another room.
“Money? Again, wrong nigga. Quinton Avery, bring your bitch ass out here now!” he roared.
I hid behind the bed in one of the rooms. His footsteps sounded like they were getting closer. I glanced at the cracked window, then at the open door. I saw his shadow emerge and rushed to the window, lifting it then diving right out.
Bloaw!
My body plowed into hard concrete. “Ah,” I groaned.
I stumbled to get up and took off. This was living proof that I wasn't destined to have family, because although he knew I was an Avery, he still treated me like shit. Now I see why Bishop didn’t like his father, because the Avery curse was real.
We had finally made it back to Bishop’s, and the place looked different. Indigo had been really invested in this party Keith was throwing for his little shorty. It annoyed Bishop, but for Indigo, he sucked it up. As soon as we stepped into the house Indigo came out of the kitchen with wide eyes. “Vari!” she yelped, running into his arms.
She hugged him tightly. “I’ve missed you,” she said to him.
He nodded. “I missed you, too,” he slurred.
I tapped Bishop’s shoulder, “Let me holla at you for a second.”
