Chapter 2

Chapter 2 gives you and insight of Henry's relationship with his long time friend, Damion.

Even though I was finally released from jail on that Friday evening, I must say that I didn’t enjoy the first morning of my freedom because I had to endure the unlovely and annoying sounds of my best and only friend Damion Brooks as he sung Keyshia Cole’s “I Remember”.

            “I remember when my heart broke. I remember when I gave up lovin’ you. My heart couldn’t take no more sad and lonely.” he sang as the screech in his childish like voice seem to increase as the volume of the song increase.

            Ooh! I couldn’t take it anymore. I know that every man had their feminine moment, but singing such a sad and depressing song from Keyshia Cole in a garage was not the move. One could only imagine what could make Damion do such a thing.

            So instead of getting mad and telling my bestie to shut the hell up, I just simply got up and took the pleasure of simply turning his LL Cool J, “Mama Said To Knock You Out” boom box down. My ears couldn’t take the pain anymore. However, my Damion didn’t agree with that point in that decision.

            He proceeded his disagreement by simply saying, “Man, whatchu doin’?”

            “DJ, you’ve been playin’ this song nonstop ever since I got here and that was an hour ago. I’m tired of hearing Keyshia Cole.”

         “But why would you do that tho?” Damion asked, “You know I’m goin’ thru somethin’?

         Goin’ thru somethin’? I thought to myself. How could this dude sit up and here and say that he was goin thru something? Damion was really losing it at this point. His answer was so hilarious, I no other choice but to laugh.

         “Goin’ thru what? Realizing that your “supposed to be” girlfriend was getting ran thru by the whole football team?”

         Now, Damion may have bit a silly slash thuggish, but when it came to the ladies, he was such a sweetheart. So much of a sweetheart, ‘til the point where he would let girls like his girlfriend, Kisha Nichols take advantage of him. Man, that b***h ran game on him with every that she got. Unfortunately, Damion caught on too late.

         “Haha real funny.” he replied as he allowed his ebony toned face express such sarcasm.

         My good friend of ten years didn’t like to take unsolicited criticism, however, he had no choice to hear mine that day. The subject of that girl had been surfacing around for too long and now it was time for me to give Damion a piece of my mind to shut him up.

         So, I decided to sit in his brown leather chair that sat in the middle of his garage and state by claim by saying, “No I’m serious. Kisha was the high school’s w***e and joke and you fell for it all.”

         And the truth was that he did. Kisha wasn’t anyone’s prize possession. She was more like the cheap a*s prize that came in a Cracker Jack box. This girl had the nerve to think that she look like Tyra Banks. Hell, if you ask me, homegirl looked the girl that played as Felicia on the hood’s cult class, Friday. Kisha’s hair was pretty and curly, but it was always nappy. Not to mention, she always wore hand-me-downs. But that was Damion’s girl.

         “I loved that girl,” Damion replied as he attempted to put some kind of thuggish frown on his face.

            “Yeah,” I continued, “and she loved you and Johnny and Quin and Stan and Travis and Chester.”

            I guess that my comment didn’t sit with Damion because as soon I said, he commenced to pick up his white pillow that was covered with a light green pillowcase and throw it at me. The truth really stuck at that moment.

         “Man, shut the hell up. You ain’t helpin’ none.”

         “Naw, I’m just telling the truth and you can’t handle it.”

         Afterwards, Damion and I began to trade spots. He was now sitting in that same chair that had my back and a*s sweating harder than a fat man standing in the middle of Mali.

         Damion continued this interesting conversation by stating, “So what if Kisha was cheating on me. She still loved me and I know so. Matter of fact, that girl did some things that no other girl could do to me. She touched my heart.”

         What? She touched his heart? I thought to myself as my mind continued to laugh at my friend’s foolishness. That girl did not touch his heart.

         “Boy, you need to stop lyin’.” I said as I unintentionally allowed the words that came from my mind to fall out my lips, “You know damn well Kisha didn’t touch your heart. Hell, the only reason why you’re so sad is because that girl ain’t in between your legs sucking yo dick.”

         Even though I made such a harsh statement, I found that Damion wasn’t mad nor offended by it. Instead, he sat back in that hot a*s leather chair and laughed as if I was standing center stage on Def Comedy Jam.

         “I’m goin’ to act like I didn’t hear that so I won’t have a good reason to get up and slap yo a*s.” Damion said after he placed his left hand up under his face.

         “You can’t slap someone for telling the truth,” I went on to say. “F**k the dick game man. Kisha left you for a better opportunity. I told you from the beginning that that girl wasn’t right and didn’t want to listen. And now look at you. You sittin’ up listening to a damn Keyshia Cole song. Come on man. You gotta do a lil bit better next time.”

         No matter how many times Damion bragged on putting it down Kisha, that girl wasn’t going to be anyone’s keeper because of the simple fact that apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Her mother taught her how to get what she can get at very age and ever since then, home girl’s been turning and flipping tricks on these little boys. I figured that the w***e in Kisha would never going to go away.

         After I proceeded to read the eyes out of Damion, he went in the pockets of his silver jogging pants, the ones that looked similar to ones that I was wearing on Thursday and grab his pack of Newport. Now, in the small town like the one that we were living in, a teenager smoking any kind of cigarette was a cigarette. However, since Damion was on the way of becoming the next criminal of Wrens, Georgia, it seemed as if he didn’t have anything to lose by smoking on those cancer sticks.

         “I know and that’s why I’m going to be single just like you Hen.” he said as he put the fire to the end of his cigarette. Afterwards, Damion began to puff.

         “What?” I asked with my eyes looking at him such bewilderment. What did he mean by that statement? I wondered to myself.

         Damion made two more puffs before he said, “You heard me. I want to be single like you.”

         Oh! I finally caught on to what my friend of ten years was to trying do. He was simply trying to divert the heat off of him and placing it on me. This was his and many people’s way of handling such stressful situations.

         “Now why would I try to do that?” Damion asked as the frown that once stuck on his face now turned into a mocking smile.

         That statement was so shady, I had no other choice but to walk over to Damion and get to the bottom of the situation like my girl Wendy Williams.

         However, he continued the game of charades by saying, “I don’t make fun of your love life. I would never do that”

         Shade. That’s all Damion was throwing. He knew why I didn’t have a love life. I didn’t have a girl in my life because I chose education. Instead of spreading legs and unneeded STDs, I was spreading books and new knowledge. Personally, I had no time for the mess that was out there in the small town.

         “Ok DJ.” I said while I was rolling eyes, showing no concern.

         Usually, Damion would quit joking after he witnessed my lack of care for a conservation; however, he chose to continue this one by simply replying with, “But I do think that you need some p***y.”

         Lord have mercy! At the moment, someone should have grabbed the Holy Bible and a word police because we needed some justice and a prayer. Damion just crossed every line. He knew that that kind of language was not accepted around me.

         “DJ” I slightly yelled as my eyes widened to the disgusting language.

         Instead of getting hyped and dramatic as I did, Damion laid back in the chair and calmly answered with, “What? Man, you ain’t never fucked nobody.” By this time, he had smoke about half of that long a*s Newport cigarette.

         “And I’m not going to.”

         Damion had no other choice but to laugh. To him, my over-the-topness came from the fact that I was fifteen year old nerd who had the hardest time getting any play. Truth be told, he was right. That’s why truly put I focused on the books.

         “Why?” he continued as he put the sarcastic smile back his face, “Is it because your father won’t allow you?”

         Damn, what does my father have to do with this? I said to myself. The man already controlled my life at home. He had to control my life at school and on the streets too?

         As soon as I was about to answer Damion’s shady question, my phone vibrated.

         “Well, lucky me. I’ve just been saved by the bell.”

         While I was walking out of the door to answer the phone, Damion responded with yelling, “This conversation ain’t over yet.”

         …And he was right. The conversation was far from over.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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