Page 53 of His Favorite Felon

The gate was open, so I didn’t need to escort them out. I went to check the damage at the front of my house. My entire front porch was burnt and charred black. I walked to the garage to enter my house from that side, and when I came into the living room, the wall connected to the front door was blackened. The strong smell confirmed I was about to spend a lot on renovations.

Justice really burned my house, at least the front part. When I looked up at the ceiling, it was also blackened. I knew there would be some damage that reached upstairs, but I needed a shower, a blunt, and a good night’s sleep before I could deal with it.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I went to my room, packed a few essentials, and left. Despite the damaged door allowing anyone to enter, I still set my alarm.

As I walked to my car, I saw something white sticking out of the bush beside my front door. When I picked it up, I immediately recognized it as Justice’s handwriting. After reading some of her written songs, I became familiar with her handwriting.

On the envelope, it said “Chance.” The inside of the card said:

I’ve selected a few gifts that represent each of the five senses. The only sense left is touch, which I chose to deliver separately so you won’t find a touch gift in the bag. I can’t wait for you to feel me later.

Love you and happy birthday!!

Fuckkkk!!

I fucked up bad. If only I had visited my G pops sooner, I would have already told her the truth. Think of ways to fix this. I put the card in my pocket and hopped in my car. I was about to pull up on Justice at her sister’s apartment. She couldn’t just leave like that. Like, give me more credit than that. I ain’t do shit to hurt her on purpose. She gotta hear a nigga out. Shit had me fucked up for real that she ain’t even want to hear me out. She decided that trying to set my house on fire was enough and a conversation wasn’t needed.

When I pulled up and parked at Justice and her sister’s apartment complex, I heard yelling as I got out of my truck. Whoever it was, they were heading down the stairs. It was as if fate were on my side, as if someone wanted to give me a gift. I was itching to lay paws on him. I was met with the shocked expression of her sister and my bitch-ass brother.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God! Justice was telling the truth. Y’all look exactly alike,” she said in surprise, looking between Chase and me.

I marched over to Chase, ready to beat his fucking brains out.

“What’s up, big bro?” I said, then swung.

I landed a blow straight to his nose. His bitch-ass stumbled back, clutching his face in shock.

“Nigga, wipe the surprise off your face. You had to know this was coming.” Even though his nose started to bleed immediately, I decided I wasn’t done laying hands on him, so I swung again, knocking him on his ass.

I was about to address her, but out of nowhere he hopped up like the Undertaker and charged at me. We were trading blow for blow; most of my punches landed. That nigga was trying to wrestle instead of fighting. I hated him in that moment. I always disliked my brother because he made it this way. He put envy and jealousy between us. I kept my distance and never put myself in the same room with him or my parents unless my grandparents asked, and that wasn’t often.

“Oh, my god, please stop. Both of y’all need to leave!” she yelled.

“Someone call the police!” she shouted.

She had me fucked up, respectfully. I needed to know what she knew, and more importantly, I needed her to tell me why the fuck my brother was in here arguing with her.

I jacked up Chase and put his dumb ass in a headlock.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave yet. I need to know what the fuck is going on and why the fuck this nigga is in here arguing with you,” I demanded to know what the fuck was going on.

“So, I’ll leave once I get all the information I need, but if you want me to help you get rid of this piece of shit, that’s something I can help with.”

“Okay, let him go. I have nothing to do with his sick and twisted games.”

I still had him in a chokehold. I felt his grip around my hand loosen. He was losing consciousness.

“Please. Chance? Let him go,” Justice’s sister cried.

I was telling myself to let go, but it was like my body wanted him to suffer. It wasn’t until someone grabbed me. Some niggas from her neighborhood came out of nowhere to get me off, Chase. When I let go, his body dropped to the ground.

“Come on, man. Gonna head out and leave. Five-O will be here soon,” one of the youngins said.

I finally stepped back and saw that the entire community had come out to witness the commotion. When I looked at Justice’s sister, she was in tears. I knew she wasn’t crying for this nigga.

“Let’s go,” I said. I walked back to my truck, and I noticed she hadn’t moved. I repeated myself.

“Come on. I will bring you back after you tell me everything.”