I knew that it wasn’t going to be long before they tried to get me off him, so I blacked out quickly, and I started beating the fuck out of this nigga. My eyes had turned black, it felt like everything around me was black, as I was on top of him, using just my bare hands, sending blows his way. I could hear shit on his face cracking, due to the power of the punches that I was landing against him.
Just like I thought, it wasn’t long before I felt hands pull me from on top of this nigga.
“Chill the fuck out, Tank!” that was my uncle Roy. He had my right arm, and one of my grandma’s neighbors, Mr. Clint, had my left arm. I was seething.
My pops lay down on the grass, and he was barely conscious. There was so much blood that was dripping from his face, that he looked unrecognizable.
“Let me go! Let me the fuck go! I ain’t going to touch him. Let me go!” I barked, trying to shake my way out of their hold.
They must have believed me because they both let me go, so I quickly walked over to him, pulled my phone out, and that picture of a picture that I’d taken at Dionne’s house, I showed it to him. I put it in his face, so that he could see it. His eyes were swelling up, with blood coming from out of them, so I’m sure his vision was blurry, making it hard for him to see the image.
“You saw her before?” I barked, wanting to know.
“F…. Fuck you! Nigga, I can’t see shit!” he slurred, drunk out of his fuckin mind.
“Tank, whatever that nigga did, you going to have to ask him about that shit in the morning. He been drinking since before he got over here. He’s fucked up. What you’re doing right now is pointless. I don’t know what this nigga did, but you going to have to ask him tomorrow when he sobors up,” my uncle Leon called out.
I took my eyes off my dad, and I looked over at my uncle Leon, who was still standing there with Mr. Clint, my uncle Roy, and my grandma had come over too. I didn’t even see when she’d come outside.
Everyone was out here, and jaws were still dropped to the floor, and eyes were still big like saucers because of what I had just done.
I wanted to get the truth from this nigga, but I knew with the state that he was in right now from all that drinking, that I wouldn’t get any answers. I was pissed, as I stuck my phone back in my pocket, stood up, and I walked away.
Instead of walking back through the house, I went for the backyard gate, going to just open that, and lead myself out to the front of the house.
“Tavion, wait! You better wait for me, boy!” my grandma snapped from behind me.
As much as I wanted to leave her ass right there, I turned around, with my nostrils flaring, and I was looking down at her, breathing heavy. My eyes went past her, so that I could look out into the distance, where my dad was still laid out on the grass, and you could hear him moaning, while hollering out for someone to pour him another cup. He was drunk out of his mind, probably having no kind of understanding as to what was happening around him, which is why I was glad that I listened to my uncle Roy, and didn’t try to finish handling my business with him because it would have been pointless.
“What’s going on?” my grandma asked, standing in front of me, and she had her arms crossed.
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. Let me head home, so I can calm the fuck down,” I voiced, ready to walk away from her, but she was quick with rushing to get to the gate, blocking it, not going to allow me to leave out.
“I’m not about to let you rush off while you’re in this angry state. I’m also not about to let you leave without knowing what’s wrong with you. Let’s go in the front,” she said, turning around, so that she could unlock the gate, and then she opened it.
She stepped out first, and I followed behind her. I was the one to close the gate behind us, and I allowed her to lead the way, while I walked behind her, and before I knew it, we were on the sidewalk, walking away from her home, and away from the loud music that was still playing in her backyard.
“You gotta tell me what’s going on, or else I won’t understand you right now. What happened?” she asked, now that we were in front of my car.
I was posted up in front of it, almost as if I was sitting on top of it. My grandma was standing in front of me, and her arms were still folded. There was a no bullshit kind of look on her face, and I could tell that she wasn’t going to allow me to leave until she had answers.
I went ahead, and picked my hand up, rubbing it down my face, and I released a deep sigh.
“You didn’t go to Rico’s last home game, but at that game, I brought my girl with me. We were just at my mama’s crib, and I showed her the photo album, so that she could see baby pictures of me. She saw a picture of my dad, and she went crazy. It took a lot of begging, and pleading, but she told me that that nigga raped her when she was a little girl. Don’t go back and repeat that shit to nobody. I’m not even supposed to be telling this shit to you, but I just need for you to have some kind of understanding as to why I want to kill this nigga,” I spat, and by the time I was finished, she had her hands over her mouth, wide eyes, and you could tell that she was not only shocked, and angry by what I just revealed, but she was disgusted as well.
It took her awhile to process these things, and once she did, she took a step forward, moved over, and she stood on the side of me, posting up on my car as well. I watched the way her head dropped, looking down at her house slippers that were on the concrete. My grandma was one of those women that talked a lot; always having something to say. For shits and giggles, I would call her messy, but even this was too much on her because I’d dropped this bomb on her two minutes ago, and she still hadn’t said anything.
“Tavion, I don’t even know what to say. My God, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry to her. That’s awful, and I can only imagine how she’s feeling right now. And she’s sure it was him?” she turned her head to look up at me, and when she asked me that shit, I swear I shot her the nastiest look.
Granted, my grandmother wasn’t one of those mothers that was going to coddle her children, feeling like they couldn’t do any wrong. She will literally tell anyone that my dad wasn’t shit. She didn’t sugarcoat it. I’m sure she only asked that question because even with her knowing that he wasn’t shit, there was probably still this piece of her that couldn’t believe that he would even stoop that low.
“Ma, she took one look at that nigga’s picture, and she instantly knew that it was him. Mind you, it wasn’t even a big picture. Her eyes went right to him, and she knew. This girl was in my arms fuckin shaking, screaming, and crying. You can’t make that kind of shit up. It was him that did that shit to her!” I snapped.
“I know. I know. I’m sorry for even asking that. I’m just shocked. Please, don’t take me asking that as a way of not believing her. This just took me off guard. How was he able to do that though? What access did he have to her?” she wanted to know.
“He used to date her mom back then,” I revealed.
“What’s her mom name? Then again, your daddy used to run around with so many women back then, that even with her name, I probably still wouldn’t know,” she said.
