He looked at the officers in front of him wondering what the hell they were doing there. He hoped it didn't involve Riley.

"Granddad!" He shouted at him, but he never came.

"Granddad, the police are here!" He knew that would get his attention, and sure enough it did, and he seemed to move pretty fast despite his claim to have back problems.

"I didn't see anything" He said quickly and slammed the door in their faces, but Huey opened it back up.

"Are you Robert Freeman?" One of the officers spoke out after he cleared his throat.

"Mhmm" Granddad was not in the least bit interested in what they had to say.

"Is this boy your son?" The officer turned and pointed at the cop car parked in the street. Granddad looked over his shoulder and saw Riley sitting in the backseat. Huey had hoped this had nothing to do with Riley, but it was all in front of him now.

"That's my grandson" The officer motioned for the other cop to get him out and uncuff him. He walked a smiling Riley up to the house. The sight of it all pissed Huey off. It was the fact that he got arrested and he thought it was all a joke. There was nothing funny about any of this.

"Uh, what did he do officers?" He knew it was probably the normal crap he was always getting in trouble for, but he asked just in case.

"He was caught down on Rustling Leave Drive breaking and entering with a couple of other guys. The home owners caught them in the act and called us. Unfortuanatly, a few of their possessions were broken and the owners have suggested they be paid for"

With that said, granddad told the officers he could take it from there and snatched Riley in the house by his shirt. Huey closed the door behind them and walked upstairs not caring to watch granddad beat the crap out of him, even if he deserved it. Granddad only cared to discipline him when it came to money having to leave his wallet. Any other time he would pretend to care in front of the officers or whoever it was that came knocking at their door, and once the door was closed, the most he'd do was tell him to go to his room.

He opened and closed the door behind him. He could hear granddads yelling and Riley's pained screams as the belt whipped against his skin. He heard him tell Riley to stay away from those "hoodlums" like he was really going to listen. He never listened, so granddad wasted his energy and time for nothing.

Zoning out his ass whooping, he opened a book that he's been reading for the past week. It wasn't a very interesting book, but he's just about read everything in the house, and reading was one of the few ways that kept him from going insane from living with those two.

Almost a whole chapter through and Riley came into the room sniffling with tears in his eyes.

"Can you believe what granddad just did to me?" "Really?" was all Huey thought. He couldn't be serious.

He looked up from his book and starred at him until it was uncomfortable.

"Damn, whatchu looking at?" Huey responded with a roll to the eyes.

Riley walked over to his bed and laid down. He jumped and yelped from the pressure of pain on his backside from the belt. Granddad let him really have it. He pulled a basketball magazine out from under his pillow and started reading it.

"You can't even play basketball" He snatched the magazine out from his hands and tossed it over on his bed.

"Fuck you" He crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Whatchu talkin bout?"

"You know what I'm talking about"

"Mannnn, ain't nothing wrong with me. A nigga just tryna have fun. You should try it instead of being so damn tight all the time"

"Getting arrested is what you call fun?"

"Yeah. Ain't that what I just said?"

Huey sat down on his bed and threw his magazine back at him, smacking him right in the face with it. Riley mumbled something under his breath and opened it to where he was before he was disturbed. Huey laid back down and started thinking to himself that none of this would have happened if he would have made him stay home in the first place, but he shouldn't have to be the one to look after him. Why did he have to be so damn bad?

He thought to himself until he could feel the lingering tiredness from his earlier nap. With Riley still reading, he pulled his covers over him and fell back asleep.


If you instantly caught how I used "Rustling Leave Drive" from the comics, I swear you are one awesome individual. I love the comics more than the show.

I don't know. I still have no idea where this story is really going lol I'm still trying to come up with something clever. Well...I do kinda have something in mind though.

Yeahhhhhhh, I know granddad isn't that bad, but he kind of just turned out that way.