Page 5 of This Is Law 2

Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to my grandma’s community.

Seeing that we were coming to her house, that shit made me feel a little better because if anybody was going to have my back, and didn’t make me feel like shit in this moment, it was going to be her.

She was tough, and she could be big dawg, especially when it came to my mama, and my auntie Shai, but she spoiled the hell out of Legend and I, and we couldn’t do any wrong in her eyes.

The driver pulled the car right in front of her single-family home. It was the home that my mama and auntie Shai grew up in. Dutch used to stay right next door, but he sold the home years ago, so there was a new family that lived there.

The truck stopped, and my pops let him know to stick around for a bit, and that he would be back.

He got out, so did my mom, and I got out as well.

I grabbed my shirt, holding it, and it was wet from the piss.

I was about to march my ass right inside the house, take these clothes off, and jump in the shower.

I had clothes over here because we would stay the night over here from time to time.

My mama had a key to my grandmother’s house, so she used it, and she let the three of us inside.

The second we walked inside, my grandma peeked around the corner, coming from the family room area, and when she saw that it was us, she walked over.

It was after five in the morning, and I could look in her eyes, and tell that she was tired, judging from how red they were, but that didn’t stop her from walking over to where we were.

She walked passed her own damn daughter, and my pops, and she went for me, holding me by my arms, shaking me, and she examined me, trying to see if there was anything missing, out of place, or if I had any bruises.

As she was doing that, footsteps made their way down, and I looked up to see that it was Legend.

He’d changed out of his clothes that he had on at the party, and was just in laid back attire, which was gym shorts, and a wife beater.

When he saw me, he looked angry, so I’m sure that he was pissed at me, and I couldn’t blame him.

He made his way down the stairs, and my pops looked at him.

“Go outside. Let me talk to you,” my pops ordered him, talking to him just as aggressively as he had done with me.

Legend bumped the shit out of me as he followed behind our pops, and they walked through the family room, and took the patio door, so that they could go outside.

“Ima take a shower,” I said to my grandma, and she nodded, telling me to come back down when I was finished because she wanted to talk to me.

Even though I nodded my head, assuring her that I would come back down, I knew that I wouldn’t.

I was embarrassed. Not because I’d pissed on myself, either.

It was deeper than that. Everybody knew what I’d done.

They knew that I got caught in a bedroom with a white girl.

I felt like everybody was going to judge me and think that I was stupid. That’s the part that embarrassed me.

I made it upstairs, and there were only two bedrooms up here, which were my mama’s, and my aunt’s old bedrooms. My grandma’s bedroom was downstairs.

Legend and I would sleep in our mama’s bedroom whenever we came over.

It was still the same as it was when she was once living here.

There was a full-sized bed that sat in the middle of the room, and usually, Legend, and I would fight over who got to sleep in the bed, and who would sleep on the floor.

We thought we were too grown to sleep in the bed together, and we just never slept in auntie Shai’s old bedroom.

The drawers didn’t hold any of her clothes, though.

It was our shit that was inside. I pulled out a pair of briefs, some basketball shorts, and a pair of socks.

Once I had the items, I walked down the hall, where the bathroom was, and I opened the door.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and when I looked at myself, I looked crazy.

Braids were frizzy from the way I fell on the floor and had gotten roughed up by my pops.

My wife beater neckline was all stretched out.

My jeans were dirty. Eyes were red from the crying that I had been doing, too.

I stepped away from the mirror, and I walked over to the shower, that I quickly started, and I stayed inside for about twenty minutes.

I let the hot water beat down my back, and so many things were running through my mind.

The whole time that I was in the shower, I was wondering if this was the end of this case.

I wanted to know if it would get brought back up.

Even though my pops said that it was going to get thrown out of the window, since the detectives did a bunch of illegal shit tonight, I just didn’t know how far Vivian’s pops was going to go.

He didn’t give vibes that he was going to just let this be the end of it.

He was going to push, and that’s the part that I was worrying myself about.

As far as Vivian, whatever the fuck kind of relationship that I had with her, this was going to be the end of it.

She did try and help me. With a face filled with tears, she was telling everyone in that bedroom with a pair of ears, and that were willing to listen that I hadn’t done anything wrong.

She was vouching for a nigga, but I just couldn’t take any chances with her.

This shit could have ended terribly tonight, so the only best option in this would be for us to go back to how we used to be, which was totally nonexistent to each other, with no form of communication.

Shit, the second I got back to my pops crib, and had access to my phone, I planned to delete her number, and to block her ass.

I finished up with my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and the toothbrush that I had here, I used it, so that I could brush my teeth. I rinsed my mouth out as well and washed my face. I threw on the briefs, the socks, and the gym shorts that I’d come in here with.

By the time I finished up in the bathroom, I went back to the bedroom, and I noticed that the bedroom door was opened.

I’d closed it before leaving out. My mama was inside.

She was sitting down on the bed, with her legs in front of her, sitting Indian style, and there was a butterfly decorative pillow in her lap, that she’d taken from the head of the bed.

Her eyes were on me, as I walked in. I was nervous, so I scratched at my scalp, walking in the bedroom.

I didn’t know if she was going to get up swinging, or what. She seemed calm though.

“Close the door,” she told me.

I walked in, closed the door behind me, and I walked over to the bed, going close to where she was, and I took a seat down.

I sighed, putting my hands in my lap, and out of nervousness, I played with my fingers.

Her eyes were on me the entire time. Just like the car ride, she was quiet, but I knew her mind was racing with so many things.

“Ya’ll probably hate my guts right now,” was the first thing that I thought to say. After revealing that, she sucked her teeth.

“Creed, cut it out. Don’t even try to gaslight your ass out of this,” she snapped on me, calling me out for my bullshit.

I didn’t say anything. I was afraid that anything that I said to her would have her hand flying my way, slapping me in the mouth.

It wouldn’t be the first time that she’s done it, either.

“Start from the very beginning of this. I need you to make this entire thing make some kind of sense to me. When did you even start talking to this girl?” she wanted to know.

My pops wasn’t trying to hear the full details.

I wasn’t surprised that my mom was though.

She was one of those people that just had to analyze every little thing.

The way that I was feeling right now, I didn’t even want to talk about this shit, but I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I sighed, ran my hand down my face, looked at her, and I prepared to tell the story from the beginning to the end, in hopes that it would make some kind of sense to her, and she wouldn’t think that I was stupid.

“It was the night of the championship. The night you dropped me, and Legend off to the skating rink. I was posted up, chilling with Quay, and his homeboys. Vivian walked over with her girls, so that she could congratulate me on my win. Ma, when she came over and spoke to me, I was shocked. You know I have known that girl since we were kids, and she’s never spoken two words to me before.

After I thanked her for showing love, that’s when she asked if we could exchange phone numbers.

You know I’m not some goofy nigga, so I asked her why she was suddenly checking for me now, after me and my teammates won the championship.

She told me that she never spoke to me in the past because I always looked mean.

It ain’t like she was lying because you know that I keep a mug on my face.

We exchanged numbers, and she left. Quay was the one that told me that she wasn’t using me for anything because she came from money, so it wasn’t like she was riding my tail, looking for a come up.

After that, we would text, but I was always dry with her, and I wouldn’t respond half the time.

The night me and you got into it because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do around the house, and I went to pops house after, she hit me on facetime, and that was our first time talking on the phone,” I paused a little bit after saying the first half.

My mama had her eyes glued to me, hanging onto my every word, not wanting to miss anything that I was saying.