Brion parted her lips to more than likely protest, but I spoke before she could. “I’ll tell everyone that you have a migraine and needed to go lie down. I’ll take the girls home with me.”
Brion gave me an appreciative smile. I could tell whatever hit her had come on suddenly and like a ton of bricks. There weren’t even ten people at the reception that knew she was pregnant, so I was going to cover for her. How hard is it to believe that after such an eventful day, she’d have a migraine? Brion and Hymn were about to walk out of the reception hall when Corey strolled in with eyes so red they looked like they were bleeding.
My eyes widened as he stood there mere feet away from Brion with a scruffy beard, droopy eye that still hadn’t fullyrecovered from his beat down, and clothes that looked like he’d been wearing them for days.
“What the fuck?” I groaned knowing this wasn’t going to end well. My head whipped over my shoulder looking for the girls. The camera crew was still present, and shit was about to be all bad.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Brion spat.
“How the fuck you gon’ do me like this?” Corey had the nerve to actually look distraught. “Me, Brion! Me!” He slapped his chest with his hand. “Seven muhfuckin’ years? I was good to you, man.”
“You need to leave,” I stepped forward. Hymn was quiet as a church mouse, and I knew just how dangerous that was. The only idiot that didn’t seem to know was Corey.
“Seven years I took care of you. You didn’t have to work. I made sure you and my daughters didn’t want for shit. And you do this to me? I didn’t have enough money for you?”
“Daddy,” Sky squealed excited to see him just as Hymn hit Corey with a blow so hard it sent him stumbling a few feet.
There were gasps, and I saw my parents scrambling to gather the girls and get them out of the room.
“Hymn,” Brion attempted to grab his arm, but he pulled it out of her grasp and neared Corey. His drunk dumb ass tried to swing, and it didn’t come close to landing. Hymn hit him again and that time, Corey crumbled to the floor.
One of Hymn’s uncles came and dragged Corey through the door like a bag of trash. The camera man was running after them like it was an episode of Maury, and Brion had tears in her eyes. Before she could say anything, she hit the floor. What a fucking day.
Hymn was mad enough to spit nails and I knew if anything was wrong with Brion or their babies, Corey may as well prepare to get the beating of his life. Such a beautiful day had turned into a mess. The girls were with my parents upset and not understanding why Hymn hit their father. My parents were upset that Brion was in the hospital and that Corey had the audacity to do what he did. I still didn’t know where Huncho was, but I was glad he hadn’t been there because Corey really would have gotten done dirty.
After almost two hours of waiting, Hymn entered the waiting room. “She’s about to be discharged. They gave her an ultrasound, and the babies are good. She’s not in pain or bleeding. Her blood pressure was low, and she needed fluids. They gave her two IV bags and told her to stay off her feet for the next two or three days.”
“Whew,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, God.” And I meant every word.
The fact that Corey had turned my sister’s reception into a hot, ghetto, shit show, had me seething, so I could only imagine how she felt. Not once in seven years did his lame ass even hint at proposing, but after all the money Hymn spent, he popped up on some speak now or forever hold your peace, BS? He deserved everything he got. It seemed like he’d be tired of getting beat up but obviously, he wasn’t.
When the nurse wheeled Brion out, I made sure she didn’t need anything, gave her a hug, then left. I called my mother in the car to let her know what was going on. The girls were asleep, and now she could rest knowing Brion and the babies were okay. It had been a long day for sure, and my bed was calling my name.As I was pulling onto my street, my phone rang, and I saw that Huncho was calling.
Before I could even answer, I spotted his car in front of my house. When he noticed me pulling up, he ended the call. After I parked in the driveway, we got out of our cars at the same time. I stood at my car and waited for him to approach. I was for sure expecting him to be overly intoxicated but if he was, I couldn’t tell.
“You mad at me?” he asked stopping in front of me.
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because I was pissed earlier and kind of took it out on you. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“You’re fine, Huncho. You weren’t disrespectful. It was easy to see that you were upset. Are you feeling better now?”
Huncho inhaled a deep breath. “Man,” he drawled. “I think I’m going to do what you suggested.”
Hiking my brows was a signal for him to elaborate.
“You told me I should try therapy.”
That time, my brows rose out of shock. “Really?”
Huncho chuckled. “You don’t have to do all that. At this point though, what can I lose? I mean, the issues aren’t going to solve themselves. I just can’t act like the past didn’t happen because my mom suddenly decided to try. I can also admit that no matter how much I try to justify why I can drown my problems in alcohol, but she can’t the shit is dumb.”
“I am impressed, and I say that in all seriousness. You’re taking accountability, and I love that for you. That’s real grown man shit.”
“Yeah, I guess dealing with an old woman is rubbing off on me.”
His joints must not have been stiff that night because he dodged my hit quick as hell.
