Page 6 of This Is Law 2

“Our first conversation was cool. Even though I’ve known her pretty much all my life, we never talked, so I really didn’t know much about her.

She opened up to me the first night, telling me about the stuff she was going through at home because her parents were in a toxic marriage, and because of that, they slack on a lot of stuff when it came to parenting, so she was telling me how she felt abandoned, and stuff.

I think where we clicked was knowing what that felt like for the family to be divided.

I didn’t go into detail about you, and pops divorcing, but I did tell her that ya’ll weren’t together anymore.

She ended up being a cool girl. When I saw her at school, we would talk, hug, and that was it.

Last night, she hit me, telling me that she was having a little get together at her crib because her parents were out of town.

I know I wasn’t supposed to go, but I think there was this part of me that didn’t want her to look at me like some lame boy that don’t be sneaking out the house and stuff.

I did that for my own personal reasons. Legend didn’t want to go.

He was the one telling me that it wasn’t a good idea, and how I needed to leave that white girl alone, and other stuff. That’s all,” I finished.

“That’s not all. How did you end up in her room? It’s like I don’t even want to hear the answer to this shit, but did you have sex with her?” she wanted to know.

“Nah. We didn’t have sex. I only went up there because she said that she had to use the bathroom.

While she handled her business in the bathroom, I was waiting for her in her room.

She came out, we talked for a little bit, and we kissed.

You probably don’t care to hear this part, but I went the extra mile, put my hands up under her dress and stuff, but before we could do anything else, her bedroom door opened, and it was her daddy walking in.

He started wilding from the moment he saw me in there.

He immediately started throwing all of this out of proportion, talking about I raped his daughter, and other wild accusations.

He knew them cops, and detectives, so everything that he was saying, they were going along with it.

I was in there, defending myself, telling them that he was lying on me, and to shut me up, they put me in cuffs, and took me to the police station.

They had me sitting in there for a couple of hours until the detectives game.

They was playing a dirty game, ma. If pops didn’t teach me the things he did about them pigs, I would have cracked and let them walk me down a road that I wasn’t supposed to go, confessing to something that I knew I shouldn’t have done,” I finished this time, and when I was done, her eyes were watering up.

I knew her ass was about to start crying. The second she blinked, a tear fell, and I felt bad for making my mama cry, so I reached my hand out to wipe it away, but she lifted hers, knocking my hand out of the way, as if she didn’t want me touching her.

“This could have ended bad, Creed. I thank God that you have the kind of father that you do because you gotta know if it was any different, your ass would have still been sitting in there. You’re a black boy, Creed.

You like to walk around with your pants hanging off your ass, goldz in your mouth, and when me and Law get on you about that, you think that we’re being dramatic, but as a black kid, it’s just certain shit that you can’t do.

The world is already your enemy, and you can’t be giving them a reason to see you drown.

It was one thing for you to sneak out and go to the party.

I don’t approve that, but I would have taken that over you going up there in the room with that girl.

The second she offered you to go upstairs to her bedroom, your answer should have been no.

Let’s say you did have sex with her, right?

Now, a week from now, you decide that you no longer want to deal with her on that kind of level, and you leave her high, and dry.

What you think that girl would have done?

She probably didn’t scream rape tonight, but I guarantee you that she would have screamed it then.

When you make decisions, you gotta make them on the sole basis of what your decision making can do for your future.

Future would have been over with because you thought that it was a good idea to talk to a girl that’s known you since you were six years old, and her ass never offered you anything as little as a ‘hi’.

You have a brain. Use that shit!” she snapped, putting her finger on my forehead, and tapping against it, so that I could fully understand her point.

I just nodded. I didn’t have anything else to say, so I kept quiet.

We sat in silence for about five minutes.

“Soraya! Let’s go!” I heard my pops bark from downstairs.

My heart started beating out my ass, praying that he wasn’t going to come up here. I looked over at my mama, pleading with her with my eyes, basically asking her if she could calm that nigga down. I knew that if anyone could, it would be her.

“I gotta leave with ya’ll? Ma, that man gone kill me,” I pleaded, and as she got off the bed, she was laughing.

“If your daddy wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. We’re about to fly back to New York. You and your brother are staying here with your grandma until we get back. We’ll be back late tonight,” she responded, and I nodded my head.

“I feel like my relationship with pops gone change. I let him down. I know he hate me,” I said, not even trying to gaslight her. I was being dead ass serious.

She came over to me, and she stood right in front of me. My head dropped, and she put her hand on the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up.

“You don’t even believe that. There’s nothing in the world that you, and your brother could do that’ll make your father hate you.

He’s very disappointed, and he’s hurt more than anything because this feels like a slap in the face to him, especially with all the sacrifices that he makes for you and Legend on a daily.

I’m sure you apologized already, but when we get back from New York, and when he calms down, you make sure that you have a sit down with him, and you offer him another sincere apology.

Think about what you want to say while we’re away,” she let me know.

“Aight,” was all I said, and she kissed my forehead before letting my chin go.

“Soraya! Let’s go! He snuck out the fuckin house bruh and was just in handcuffs. Now ain’t the time for you to be babying him, yo!” he snapped from downstairs.

“Sevyn, I’m coming! I wasn’t babying him! We were having a conversation!” she yelled back at his ass.

“Let me go before I get my ass in trouble next,” she said, kissing me one last time, and then she left out of the room, quickly walking out.

Moments later, I could hear the sound that the alarm made from the front door opening, so I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that his ass had left out. The fact that he didn’t even come up here with me to let me know he was leaving proved to me that he was still pissed.

Not too long after that, I could hear footsteps walking in the hallway.

I thought that it was going to be my grandma walking in the room, but it was my brother.

He had his phone on the nightstand that he grabbed, and he picked up a pillow from the head of the bed, grabbed it, and he was about to try and walk out.

His eyes were red, just like mine were, so I knew that our pops must have got in his ass too.

Legend looked angry. He had every right to be because I got him involved in my shit, and now he was in trouble right along with me.

“My bad, bruh. I’m sorry,” was all that I could offer him.

“Man don’t say shit to me,” was all he said. I nodded, having no choice but to take, and accept that.

I threw my body back into the bed, grabbing a pillow, and I put that shit over my face.

I felt like shit. I fucked up big time. Everybody was upset with me, and I didn’t know how to get myself out of this one.

Man, if I could go back into time, when Vivian had walked up on me at the skating rink, I would have told her to get the fuck out of my face.

If I had done that, I probably wouldn’t be in this fucked up predicament.