You Know I Love You, Wright?, chapter 4
Lisea glared at Tre with hate. She felt like ripping him apart for saying that to her baby girl. Yeah, she was his too, but what had just happened wasn't your typical family reunion.
"So, is that the first thing you say when you greet somebody after not seeing them for three years?" she whispered harshly. Tre gulped and shook his head. His eyes widened.
"I don't know what came over me." He whispered, looking down. His eyes wondered around the room. They landed on a picture of Lisea, Derrick, and Ramona on the fireplace. He held back tears.
"Well, you better get your act together before you do some shit you regret." Lisea muttered and put her coffee cup in the washing machine.
Ramona stormed down the steps crying. When Mark saw her, he smiled, but when he saw her crying, he frowned.
"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulder. She looked at him and wiped away her tears. She smiled and shook her head.
"Nothing, just stupid shit. Are you ready?" she asked. He sighed and nodded. He slid his arm around her waist and they headed off to the local swimming pool.
Derrick walked through the door and saw Tre with his head in his hands. He sighed and made his way over to Lisea.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, motioning over to Tre. Lisea sighed and told him what happened. Derrick sighed and ran his hand through his curly brown hair.
"I'll talk to him." he said and made his way towards Tre.
"Tre man, why'd you say that?' Derrick asked calmly. Tre shook his head.
"Fatherly instinct." He answered. Derrick nodded. He understood what it was like. He thought of Ramona as his own.
"Okay, I understand. When she gets back, you need to apologize. Ramona wouldn't fuck him; she says she wants her first to be special." Derrick said. Tre sadly nodded. How come he knew of all this? It should be me. Tre thought. Derrick knew more about his own child than he did, and that made him feel like shit.
"So, is that the first thing you say when you greet somebody after not seeing them for three years?" she whispered harshly. Tre gulped and shook his head. His eyes widened.
"I don't know what came over me." He whispered, looking down. His eyes wondered around the room. They landed on a picture of Lisea, Derrick, and Ramona on the fireplace. He held back tears.
"Well, you better get your act together before you do some shit you regret." Lisea muttered and put her coffee cup in the washing machine.
Ramona stormed down the steps crying. When Mark saw her, he smiled, but when he saw her crying, he frowned.
"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, putting his arm around her shoulder. She looked at him and wiped away her tears. She smiled and shook her head.
"Nothing, just stupid shit. Are you ready?" she asked. He sighed and nodded. He slid his arm around her waist and they headed off to the local swimming pool.
Derrick walked through the door and saw Tre with his head in his hands. He sighed and made his way over to Lisea.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, motioning over to Tre. Lisea sighed and told him what happened. Derrick sighed and ran his hand through his curly brown hair.
"I'll talk to him." he said and made his way towards Tre.
"Tre man, why'd you say that?' Derrick asked calmly. Tre shook his head.
"Fatherly instinct." He answered. Derrick nodded. He understood what it was like. He thought of Ramona as his own.
"Okay, I understand. When she gets back, you need to apologize. Ramona wouldn't fuck him; she says she wants her first to be special." Derrick said. Tre sadly nodded. How come he knew of all this? It should be me. Tre thought. Derrick knew more about his own child than he did, and that made him feel like shit.
