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knowing that she was, I didn't put up a fight. I guess it was better than my brother or myself driving and killing someone, or getting pulled over, so off we went with Myron in the Tipsy Taxi to Tony’s house.
    When we got there, I thanked the driver, woke up my brother and proceeded in the house. The drive home had sobered me up a bit and it seemed that nap Tony took helped him as well, until we walked in the house. Every inch of the hardwood floors were covered with some white powdery substance, shit; if I wasn't as sober as I thought I was at first, I damn sure was sober now.
    “What the hell is this all on my floor?” Tony asked, squatting down and touching it as I closed the door behind us. “Flour?”
    “My goodness, Tony, go find Krystle; who would do something like this? Krys?” I yelled out, tiptoeing across the flour covered wood floors, making sure not to fall.
    “I’ve got to clean this shit up,” he said, shaking his head.
    “Krys? There you are.”
    She was hiding in a corner, crying besides a bookshelf in the study where we used to play Hide and Seek when she was a little girl. “Why is all this flour around here, and why are you hiding and crying? What is going on?”
    “Did you see them? They tried to come in here; they want to try and do me the same way they did Bishop!” she cried out nervously
    “Who Krys? Who are you talking about? You are covered in flour. Did someone do this to you?”
    She rubbed the side of her left cheek with the back of her hand, staring off at the front door.
    “They tried to kill me, they are angry with me. Especially Akira; she has it out the most for me and will stop at nothing. She broke the kitchen window with a bat, trying to get in here, so I hurried and turned off all the lights, put all of the flour on the floors to track their footsteps, and hid.”
    “How long ago was this? Why didn’t you call one of us?”
    She ignored my question and stood up, focusing on her father attempting to sweep up some of the flour off the floor. She ran up to him and just stood there gazing.
    “Krystle, I don’t give a shit what happened, you have a phone, you could have used to call fucking 911! Look at this shit! This is going to take me damn near all night to clean! But don’t you worry, you will be down here too, until there ain't shit left of this floor!” he paused for a second, raised his eyebrow then snapped in her face. “Do you hear me, girl?”
    “Krystle?” I asked, walking up behind her slowly with my hands out, but before I could get to her she had already jumped on her dad’s back, yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs.
    “You’re trying to get rid of the evidence! They were here! Let go of the fucking broom, Dad!”
    We both wrestled with her, trying to get her off him, she finally gave up about two minutes in. I held her hands in front of her while holding her in a spooning position on the floor. All three of us were breathing heavy, not knowing what to do.
    “You get her ass out of here now, Courtney!” he yelled at a whisper.
    “Tony?”
    “I mean that shit today, she can pack up her shit and go! I can't take this shit from her! All I did was try to be the best fucking father and husband I knew how! And I give the fuck up! This is the shit that made her mother leave! Her jumping on somebody; I didn't understand what would make a mother abandon her own flesh and blood and not… Not be there! But I get it now! And she has got to go! today!”
    “Fuck you mean? You nor her gave two shits about me! Never have! I’ll be glad to leave this raggedy motherfucker! Auntie let me go!” she said, snatching away from me, standing up. “The way you have been treating me is way worse than me aborting my baby and losing the love of my life. You my protector, my blood, my father, ain't shit to me. Not no more.” She turned around quickly, ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.
    Tony took a deep breath, sat down on the couch, and then sat