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the blankets off of the bed and
laid them neatly on the floor. He then gathered a fluffy pillow and
placed it on the floor with the blankets.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, curious to
know why he wanted to sleep on the floor instead of the bed.
    He stopped dead in his tracks. “I guess I’m
just used to sleeping on the floor. Creature of habit you know? I
usually gotta’ sleep on the floor where ever we end up; so it’s no
big deal. She says I am young and I can handle it. Plus, I don’t
wanna’ sleep with her. She always makes noises in her sleep.” He
laughed.
    I couldn’t believe some of the stuff Neko
and I talked about. My brother was forced to take care of my
mother’s strung out ass! I couldn’t tell who the parent was and who
the off spring was. Based on the conversation we had, it seemed
like he did more taking care of Christa than she did of taking care
of him. Neko and I talked until he fell asleep. I stared at him and
promised myself that I would take care of him. I made up my mind
that Christa would pay dearly for whatever she had forced my
brother to live through; because I was certain that he had endured
a lot.
     
     

Chapter 5
    The Awaking
    National Harbor
    Fort Washington, MD
     
    Two months had gone by and Christa still
wasn’t straight. NiQue and I were out shopping at the mall. It was
Friday; better yet, it was Memorial Day Weekend. Everyone knew the
spot to be at was Anacostia Park for the three major summer
holidays: Memorial Day, Fourth of July and Labor Day. The niggas
would be out and you had to be fly to catch the bait.
    “Girl, you think Tonio gonna be at the
park?” NiQue asked with excitement while looking at a pair of
sandals.
    We were in Tyson’s Corner
where you had to go if you wanted that fly shit. We loved shopping
at Tyson’s Corner because it was in a predominately white area.
There was nothing but rich white people there, and they stayed the
fuck out of your way because you looked like you were up to no good
if you were black. We used to love the attention we got when we
would cop some of the most expensive shit and pay cash for it.
Those dumb broads would be picking their faces up off the floor
when we would hit up Bloomies (Bloomingdales).
    “Girl, damn if I know. You know how these
niggas be acting’. He and Twan say one thing and mean another.” I
said, looking through a rack of blouses.
    Twan and Tonio were twins who still believed
in dressing identically. I thought the shit was just for show until
I realized those bamma niggas were dressing alike all the time.
They were twenty seven and I couldn’t figure out why they were
still dressing alike I wasn’t feeling it. The twins hustled and
lived around Lincoln Heights, one of the most notorious projects in
DC.
    Twan was the better looking twin, but he
wasn’t shit in the bedroom. He had a dick the size of a toddler’s.
He couldn’t eat pussy and he would almost always bust a nut after
three strokes – give or take a stroke. Shit, fucking him was so bad
that I would just lay there and wonder how the hell I could let him
slither his trifling ass on top of me, pump three times, and then
roll over snoring like he just put in that work. That shit had gone
on long enough!
    “I hope Tonio bring his fine ass on girl. I
want some of that!” NiQue said, winding her body like she was a
stripper.
    NiQue was sprung for Tonio. He only wanted
to see her after dark and behind closed doors. She was so clueless
it was almost comical. He just dicked her down and went on about
his business. NiQue was convinced that they were in a relationship.
My girl needed to open her eyes about that nigga instead of her
legs. She got like that when she was dating someone new.
    “Who cares about either one of those ratchet
niggas? We are supposed to be trying to find some new goodies. I
ain’t wasting an outfit to be hanging around Twan. Girl, all the
niggas that’s going to be up at Ana with their bikes…I’m trying to
go for a ride