L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Chapter Seven §

~...guess that's what they say you need your family for -- cause I can't depend on you anymore...~

"Whose house is this?" Harley asked tugging on the hem of my shirt as we walked up the drive way.

"This is my Grandma Ann's place," I told her," so say hey when we go in alright?"

"Have I ever met her before?"

I shook my head," Nah, not since you were a baby, but she knows all about you."

"What do I call her?"

"Grandma."

Swan and Camille had beat us to the porch. Camille pushed the doorbell twice and waited. I took a deep breath.

I didn't tell my grandmother I was coming. I figured it would be better left off as a surprise. Especially since I had my daughter with me.

"Who is it?" I heard my grandma's sweet voice call from the door.

"It's Bryson," I called back. Immediately, I began to hear her unlock the latches on the door. The door quickly swung open revealing all of us to her. My grandma gasped with her hands over her mouth to block her smile.

"My baby!" She squealed embracing me in a tight hug. I hugged her back the same.

"My goodness what brings you home? Come in, come in. All of ya."

"Felt like a good time to come out here for a while," I admitted.

"Well ain't that a blessing. Come spend all the time you need...oh say it ain't so! Is this the famous Harley Lorraine?!"

Harley smiled," Yes."

"Come give your old granny a hug baby," Grandma Ann cried squeezing Harley's shoulders," You are too cute."

"Thank you," Harley grinned.

My grandma hugged me once more before sitting down on the couch. I took a seat next to her. The whole house smelled and felt warm like a bakery.

"Did Kejuan convince you to come out here?" She asked pointing at Swan.

"Something like that," I replied pulling Harley in my lap.

"Oh, I have got to call Eric and tell him you're in town!" She grinned, reaching for the phone.

"Um maybe later Gran," I say. Not that I didn't want to see my brother, I just didn't feel like talking a whole lot. I knew he was going to bombard me with hella questions.

"Why? It's a celebration that you're back home."

"I know I'm just a bit too tired see anyone but you right now."

"Well alright," she sighed putting the house phone back on the hook," I'll tell him tomorrow."

"Aye, Bryson," Swan called my name from the front door," we got to roll out real quick but we'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, alright. Thanks bro."

"No problem," he said escorting Camille out the door then closing it behind them.

"Where's that wife of yours?" Grandma Ann inquired.

"Umm Harley why don't you go play over there," I cleared my throat. Harley wiggled out my lap and did as told. I waited until the coast was clear to talk.

"We're in the process of getting a divorce," I hesitated to say.

"Divorce!? What happened? You two used to be like bread and butter."

I hadn't really told a lot of people, even those close to me, that I was getting separated. It's kind of a depressing conversation in the end so I refrain from speaking on it.

I shrugged," I don't really know anymore Gran, but it's alright."

She shook her head at me," I never really liked that heifer anyways."

I raised my eyebrow at her," You never told me that."

Marlena and I got together the summer of our senior year in high school. We just clicked back then.
2 years later, when I was around 20, I had gotten her pregnant with Harley. I knew then I had to man up so I started working overtime at two jobs. I had moved in with Marlena into her moms house, who eventually put me out. Her mother didn't think I was doing right by Marlena, and that I wasn't good enough but I was paying more than half of the bills.
Tables surely did turn though once I got signed to RCA, a year and a half or so later. After I dropped Trapsoul, we had a close family only, small chapel wedding. Nothing too spectacular. Now, two years later, here we are getting a divorce and she's trying to get every dollar I have next to my name.

Grandma Ann finally decides to break her silence now after all that...

"Eh, who am I to get in the way of young love. I didn't know then that my judgement was going to be spot on, but I am guessing that's what brings you home?"

"That and the fact that I need to refocus on my music. I've been talking about a new album for a long while and I haven't even started on it," I admitted.

"Well this is the perfect place to get your mind right, baby boy," she smiled patting my right shoulder.

"I hope so," I sighed watching Harley play," I really do hope so."

"Are you hungry?" Grandma Ann asked me.

"Nah we just ate, but thanks."

"Suit yourself but I'm making lasagna if you change your mind. Where do you plan on staying while you're here anyways?"

"At a hotel. I made reservations on the flight over here," I answered.

"Nonsense Bryson. Go ahead and cancel it, you guys can stay here. You can sleep in the guest room, and Harley can get in your old room if she doesn't want to sleep with you."

"I don't want to impose on you Grandma-" I began to say before she cut me off.

"Just do as I say," she winked," you can't impose. You're family."

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