"I said you're not leaving!"

"Man, Fuck you! I don't have to listen to you"

Riley grabbed his sweatshirt ignoring him, and tried to push past him in the doorway, but he only pushed him back into the room. He scowled and balled up his fist ready to throw a punch at him.

"You know you won't win, so don't even try it" Riley knew he was right.

"Stop playing Huey! Get out the fucking way! I don't have time for this"

"No. They are too old for you to be hanging around them"

"Why do you care anyways?"

What? He couldn't be serious. He was appalled by that ridiculous question. He could get hurt, or even worse. He didn't want to ever go through the news of him being injured because he couldn't behave like a normal human being. He had to take care of him because granddad never seemed to take interest in his well being.

"Riley, you could get hurt hanging with them"

"Tsk. Whatever nigga"

He made another move to break his brothers barrier and this time Huey moved out of the way. If he wanted to go out there and make a fool of himself, then he was going to let him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought" He laughed at him and Huey slapped him in the back of his head.

"Damn nigga! Whatchu do that for?!"

He ignored him and slammed the door in his face. He laid on the bed and listened to him make his way down the stairs. He rolled his eyes and sighed when he heard the front door slam shut and Riley yell out something he couldn't quite understand. He didn't understand how he could possibly enjoy causing trouble everyday with Ed and Rummy. There were better things in life than being a nuisance.

There wasn't really anything to do, so he relaxed and eventually fell asleep.

Later that day:

"HUEY!" He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock. It was six in the afternoon. He slept for a good couple of hours before he was woken up by granddad screaming at him.

He opened his mouth to shout back at him, but he knew he wouldn't respond and he'd have to walk downstairs anyways.

"What?" He asked when he walked into the kitchen where granddad was sitting at the table reading a six day old newspaper.

"What? That ain't how you talk to your granddaddy boy" Huey gave him a look of impatience not wanting to deal with him.

"Go answer the door" He said peeping over the top of the newspaper.

"You called me downstairs...to answer the door?"

"Just answer the door. You know I got back problems child"

He growled under his breath.

"What was that boy?"

"Nothing"

He made his way to answer the banging at the door. When he opened the door, the first thing he realized was the uniforms the men in front of him had on. The police? What was this all about?

I have nooooooo idea where this story is going, but it will defiantly go somewhere. I'm just writing out my ass right now, so bear with me. I believe it's bear O_O Ahhhhh, I don't care.

I'm stuck between the choices of sex or no sex? See, ugh, I don't know yet. I may just write something normal and incest free this time. I don't knowwwwwwww!

I'm not a big fan of the word "Nigga" or slang in general, but it's all a part of his character. I hate that damn word.