Blood's Supposed to be Thicker than Water, chapter 6
Frankito sat at the bottom of the stairs as Mike and Billie came around to say goodbye to Tre one last time, Frankito looked at the wedding ring he held in his hand, the smooth cool gold in his sweaty hand.
The guilt rose over him as his mom cried in the room as everyone, his mom didn't ask if he was okay Billie and Mike did and Adie but that was it.His mom blamed him for Tre's death, and Frankito knew that once his mom's mind was made up she wouldn't give a damn.
Mike walked down the stairs wiping his face, the expression on his face as he sat down next to Frankito. "Come here" Mike said putting his arm around Frankito's shoulders, the tears slipped from both of their eyes as they talked quietly of the good times and things that happend when Tre was Frankito's age.
"Its all my fault Mike, I killed him"
"No you didn't it happens,thats life nothing could have stopped it" Mike said softly into Frankito's ear. Frankito looked up at Mike who knew alot of about saying goodbye to someone.
"I didn't mean to say that in the letter "
"I know that and your dad did too he just went downhill because he was worried about you he had no idea where you were and was scared of losing you"
Frankito nodded as he walked slowly to the front door as he started walking towards the school, everyone knew about Tre's death, the press was having a field day over it. Reporters in the street stopped Frankito to ask questions.
Monday was going to be a new start, he had to face the music at school.
Monday
Frankito walked with Joey and Estelle and Petey who Frankito was good friends with since he came to that school six years ago. Frankito walked through the fields as people stared and sniggered at him, Joey kept walking next to Frankito to make sure he didn't break off from them and do something stupid. Some kids pushed into Frankito, some screamed at him and some even tried to hit him until Estelle punched one guy in the guts which he fell winded.
In Class
Frankito sat as normal as the teacher went on about regrets, the small thoughts ate away at his head as he saw the constant flashbacks of his dad slowly slipping away in pain, in his own little world he could hear people whispering and laughing.
Maybe they didn't know what was going on until now. There was a knock at the door and Mr Anderson stood their looking at Frankito.
"I'm sorry Frankito about your father and we have arranged some counselling"
"I dont want any counselling"
"You have a session at lunch"
"Dont you listen to me? I dont want no fucking counselling" The class looked at Frankito and saw the anger on Mr Andersons face.
"Okay fine but the offer still stands"
Frankito felt like he was going nuts, the anger the guilt the staring eyes of everyone who walked past him judging him for the fight. He needed something to numb the large amount of pain there was one option. Frankito walked the six blocks towards the Den where the large dealers sold and bought. He saw CJ.Axel on the corner going into the alley as he caught up with the tall black man who wore the nicest three piece suits.
"Hey CJ i need to buy the heaviest thing you have" CJ looked at Frankito as if he had six heads or something,the expression on Frankito's face pleaded to let him just have one thing.
"What would your folks say"
"My mom she doesn't give a shit since my dad died"
"Im sorry little man,here take this on the house you need anymore heres my cell" CJ went into his pocket to produce a small bag filled with brown rocks.Heroin.
Frankito went around several other men for drugs that morning and went back to school until Mr Anderson stepped into his class once again. This time there was four police officers one with cuffs. The large officer at the front looked at Mr Anderson and nodded.
"Frankito Wright, you are being arrested for the murder of Manfred Roads"
Silence fell as everyone stared at Frankito who was standing up looking at the officers.
"You have the right to remial silent , anything you do say will be given in evidence "Frankito was pinned against the wall as he was dragged off into a police car.
The guilt rose over him as his mom cried in the room as everyone, his mom didn't ask if he was okay Billie and Mike did and Adie but that was it.His mom blamed him for Tre's death, and Frankito knew that once his mom's mind was made up she wouldn't give a damn.
Mike walked down the stairs wiping his face, the expression on his face as he sat down next to Frankito. "Come here" Mike said putting his arm around Frankito's shoulders, the tears slipped from both of their eyes as they talked quietly of the good times and things that happend when Tre was Frankito's age.
"Its all my fault Mike, I killed him"
"No you didn't it happens,thats life nothing could have stopped it" Mike said softly into Frankito's ear. Frankito looked up at Mike who knew alot of about saying goodbye to someone.
"I didn't mean to say that in the letter "
"I know that and your dad did too he just went downhill because he was worried about you he had no idea where you were and was scared of losing you"
Frankito nodded as he walked slowly to the front door as he started walking towards the school, everyone knew about Tre's death, the press was having a field day over it. Reporters in the street stopped Frankito to ask questions.
Monday was going to be a new start, he had to face the music at school.
Monday
Frankito walked with Joey and Estelle and Petey who Frankito was good friends with since he came to that school six years ago. Frankito walked through the fields as people stared and sniggered at him, Joey kept walking next to Frankito to make sure he didn't break off from them and do something stupid. Some kids pushed into Frankito, some screamed at him and some even tried to hit him until Estelle punched one guy in the guts which he fell winded.
In Class
Frankito sat as normal as the teacher went on about regrets, the small thoughts ate away at his head as he saw the constant flashbacks of his dad slowly slipping away in pain, in his own little world he could hear people whispering and laughing.
Maybe they didn't know what was going on until now. There was a knock at the door and Mr Anderson stood their looking at Frankito.
"I'm sorry Frankito about your father and we have arranged some counselling"
"I dont want any counselling"
"You have a session at lunch"
"Dont you listen to me? I dont want no fucking counselling" The class looked at Frankito and saw the anger on Mr Andersons face.
"Okay fine but the offer still stands"
Frankito felt like he was going nuts, the anger the guilt the staring eyes of everyone who walked past him judging him for the fight. He needed something to numb the large amount of pain there was one option. Frankito walked the six blocks towards the Den where the large dealers sold and bought. He saw CJ.Axel on the corner going into the alley as he caught up with the tall black man who wore the nicest three piece suits.
"Hey CJ i need to buy the heaviest thing you have" CJ looked at Frankito as if he had six heads or something,the expression on Frankito's face pleaded to let him just have one thing.
"What would your folks say"
"My mom she doesn't give a shit since my dad died"
"Im sorry little man,here take this on the house you need anymore heres my cell" CJ went into his pocket to produce a small bag filled with brown rocks.Heroin.
Frankito went around several other men for drugs that morning and went back to school until Mr Anderson stepped into his class once again. This time there was four police officers one with cuffs. The large officer at the front looked at Mr Anderson and nodded.
"Frankito Wright, you are being arrested for the murder of Manfred Roads"
Silence fell as everyone stared at Frankito who was standing up looking at the officers.
"You have the right to remial silent , anything you do say will be given in evidence "Frankito was pinned against the wall as he was dragged off into a police car.
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