“Who the fuck is in there?” I eventually asked Jaylen.
“Man, Ion know. Just know that nigga Jah aint in there.”
Shaking my head, I wasn’t satisfied with that answer. So, I drop-kicked the door.
“Say, girl!” He fussed, while I kept kicking the door, until I cracked the doorframe.
Once the frame was cracked, I used my shoulder to shove the door open.
“What the fuck?!” Jalero shouted, as he jumped out of the bed, stark naked.
A pretty brown skinned girl was still in bed and had yanked a blanket to shield her naked body.
Now, see this…I was mad about. “Boy, put some fucking clothes on.” I placed my hands on my hips.
“Man,” Jalero groaned, as he snatched his boxers off the floor.
Not giving a damn about his attitude, I focused on his companion. “Uh, how old are you?”
The girl smacked her lips. “Grown as fuck.”
I narrowed my gaze. “Grown, as in over twenty-one?”
She rolled her eyes. “Try twenty-five.”
“Well, I’ma tell you this…because clearly these muthafuckas ‘round here made you think that it was cool. So, maybe you don’t know, but my lil’ brother is fucking fourteen—”
“Fourteen?!” Her jaw dropped.
“Yep.”
“Oh, hell nawl.” She scooted out of bed with the cover wrapped around her.
Shaking my head, I turned to glare at Jaylen, before shoving him out of the room. “Why the fuck are you letting this shit go on?”
He opened his arms. “That nigga hollered and she went. I aint asked about her age and she didn’t, neither. Besides, that lil’ nigga be fucking. Whether you like it or not.”
“So, because he’s fucking, you gon let him lay-up with grown bitches?”
“Look, nobody is forcing him. He got a mind of his own. He’s a willing participant. Shit, in fact, he pursued her. So, who am I to hate?”
Again, I shook my head, before pushing him. “Just stupid.”
Jalero chuckled, as he was stepping a foot into his pants leg. “Raven, calm down. You acting like you didn’t have my nephew at this age.”
Scratching my head, I had to realize that I was probably the last person to talk. But Jalero was my baby brother, and the last thing I wanted to witness was him having sex.
This was just a reminder of the double standards at that day and time. I’d gotten pregnant for Jahrein, while sneaking around. Meanwhile, Jalero was openly fucking grown women, while the men around him were okay with it. In fact, he did whatever he wanted, with absolutely no boundaries, and Red never batted an eye. Hell, the fact that he was casually hanging in his older brother’s trap said it all. They were teaching him all the wrong shit.
“Look, whatever,” I scoffed. “All you muthafuckas is nasty. Vice needs to come shut this muthafucka down, since this is a fucking hoe house!”
“Man, what the fuck?”
Hearing that voice, I whirled around to find Jahrein now standing in the hallway.
“Nigga, ‘bout time,” Jaylen babbled. “This girl been in here acting a damn fool. She done kicked this door off the hinges.”
“What?” Jahrein frowned.
