SYMPHONY
“Look, daddy, you see this right here? This means you’re going to be a grandpa,” I said as I showed him my pregnancy test.
I knew something had been off for the last few days.
At first, I thought it was that my body was exhausted from all that I was doing to help Mison, but my period didn’t come on time.
I started to count the days since Mison and I started having sex, and it’s obvious the nigga knew how to shoot the bullseye because fourteen days later, a baby was forming inside me.
With Mison being on this journey, his vice had switched from drinking to sex.
I didn’t know if I was excited or scared.
The thought of an abortion crossed my mind because Mison hadn’t been sober that long, and I didn’t want to trigger him, but then I thought about what I wanted, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The fear of telling Mison we were going to have a baby settled in me, but I knew I had to do it.
I stared at my father as he stared at the test like he was trying to figure out what was going on.
I knew somewhere in there he understood, or at least I hoped.
I stood from the chair and kissed his forehead as I always did before leaving the room.
I wanted to stop by Bishop’s since I hadn’t talked to him in weeks. I knew I couldn’t hold Kareem over his head for too long because his intentions were pure. Whether he got Kareem out or not, the damage had already been done.
When I arrived at his house, I laughed because this nigga skipped Thanksgiving and went straight to Christmas, as his decorations were perfect.
Bishop had always been on point because the decorations matched his energy.
I parked my car, got out, and headed to the door.
The sound of London’s bark greeted me as it always has.
When the door opened, Keith stood there with a big smile, “Sup, Symph.”
“Hey, where is Bop?” I said dryly.
He pointed behind him, “In his office, smoking.”
London pawed at my leg. “Of course, we can’t forget the princess of the house. Lulu,” I cooed.
London wore a holiday sweatshirt with Santa printed all over it, adorned with her diamond collar. She was the most spoiled dog I've ever met. Before heading toward Bop’s office, I turned to Keith. “Have you seen your brother?”
He ran his hand over his waves. “Yeah, but not like I want to with school and all. Bishop told me what happened, and for real, Symphony, I’m sorry.”
I gave him a weak smile. “It’s ok.”
With Keith saying what he said to me, a person would think it would have smoothed things over, but all it did was make me angrier. Here he was living his best life, about to enjoy each and every fucking holiday with his newfound family, and my family was torn apart because of his brother.
I walked over to Bop’s office and, without knocking, I stepped inside and slammed the door behind me.
When he glanced at me, he knew I was upset.
The thought of reaching over the desk and slapping his ass crossed my mind.
“You fucking betrayed me. You are supposed to be my best fucking friend, and you go get that nigga out of jail?!” I screamed.
I knew Keith was innocent in all this and maybe these were things he didn’t need to hear, but in this moment, I didn’t give a fuck.
“Bop if I say I don’t hate you right now, I would be lying.
At first, I thought I was going to be able to say I forgive you and that I could move past it, but I can’t. ”
I could see the hurt in his eyes. “Symph, I can say I’m sorry a million times, and I know it wouldn’t matter to you, but I am. I know I fucked up, and I know that doesn’t change what happened. I—”
I pointed at him, “You can save your apologies because I don’t care.
Just know the shit hurts. Know that I have moved mountains for you, or did you forget when you were chasing Indigo?
All while my best friend would later turn around and do some shit like this.
You’re not loyal to the crew; you only thought about yourself.
So, remember this, while you’re enjoying your holidays, I won’t because my family is forever damaged!
” I pointed at the box on the table. “I hope she fucking says no!” I shouted before I stormed out the door to see Keith standing there.
His sad eyes captured my angry ones before I brushed past him and out the door.
It hurt me to turn my back on Bop, but it hurt even more to know he wasn’t loyal to me.
I didn’t know if we would ever be friends again after this and it was something I knew I would have to get over.
Seven to Da Cove was now one less person.