Attitude Problem

Seventeen

Alonzo

I've never watched a mother and son so toxic in person before in my life, the women-his mother,his own flesh was throwing words at him to purposely hurt him; I just wouldn't know how a women could be so cruel to her son, yes mine gave me and my sister away abandoned us but that gave me the chance to make her up to what I wanted to be- fill in the gaps. I choose to see my mother as someone who wasn't thinking selfishly, how could Nassiah see anything but what she shows him? Even though I was suppose to be mad at him here I was in the back room sitting on the couch with a pissed Nassiah pacing in front of me.

"I don't get why I'm the one being detained I just showed the fuck up" he spat like a burst of anger and punched the wall a few times in a row then continued pacing.

"We are just gonna wait till she leave chill with all that" I responded and looked away from watching the boy. In moments like this is when I usually end up forgiving him the most, simply because I don't like to see him upset like this. She pushed all of his buttons in well- such little time, her owns sons. I exhaled sharply and his eyes moved towards me before he continued what he was doing. He finally sat down in a desk chair across the room and silence filled the air I was about to close my eyes so I could rearrange my own thoughts but of course Nassiah ruined the quiet.

"Give me back my shit" he finally responded. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, see I like the submissive side of him a shit ton better. But none the less he shot at Vernon. That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen and if I go back on my word that me and him would have problems with him doing so- than well Nassiah would have a bigger effect on me than even I would agree too.

"I will before we leave, trust I don't want this in my possession" I checked the time, Keem was still out there sounding like trying to calm things down. As much as he could steer Nassiah on the right tack I've noticed not a lot of people step in front of him when he's mad. Like he's always been like this, but this much anger? It doesn't just always be there.

"Now you're fucking prints are all over my shit, I hope you think about what you are doing . You could be framed for a murder" he said smartly I only looked down at his gun which I've seen many times he treats it like a toy, like it can't end someone's life.

"So you're killing people now? Adorable"

"What do you mean now? I've been" he leaned back in the chair and I could see impatience run across his face. He's bored which is good because a few moments ago all I saw was anger.

I get my phone buzz a few times and I saw a call come through, I glanced up to find Nassiah's eyes already on me, I knew helping him from going to jail would backfire. I held the phone to my ear ready to plead the case, I had forgot me and Maurice were suppose to go for lunch on my break now I was here babysitting Nassiah.

"Forgetting plans already? Wow I feel married" I chuckled as his voice came through the phone.

"No, no I'm sorry. A well friend got into something at work and I was just calming him down I lost track of time" I explained Maurice stayed quiet for a moment theme exhaled.

"Okay, well I do have class and test the rest of this week, we can reschedule next week?" I felt bad as soon as he said it practically hearing his voice drop. This is when kindness makes a mistake- a big one.

"Or well we can have lunch with us I can't invite Tash too I'm sure they'll love you- you met Tash already yesterday" as soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it. Tas'hania wasn't who I was worried about.

    "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother or intrude or anything"

"Nah it will be fine, I'll meet you in 30" I said before we said our goodbyes and hung up.  My eyes converted to Nassiah who had a small smile on his face. "Are you ready to act right?" I asked and he shrugged.