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"Hey Angel, you want a cup of coffee?" I asked as I saw Angela walking in the kitchen with slow and staggering steps, holding her head tightly with her small pale hands. Typical signs of a bad hangover.
It was the last week of summer for me and her and she was really taking full advantage of it, partying like crazy. Me and Curly partied almost every night too, but we'd been doing it for so many years that most of the time we just needed some coffee to start the day of pretty well regardless of our headaches.
I didn't really drink that much most of the time, I was hardly ever drunk when I was with Curly and the gang; I always wanted to be in control if anything should happen. Curly just seemed to have a thing for getting into trouble and if he was drunk he'd most likely make any situation even worse then it already was, so I felt like I needed to be at least in speaking condition.
"Yeah" Angel mumbled answering my question; she was sighing and muttering something silently to herself as she sat down next to me at the table. I poured her a cup of coffee and passed it to her, chuckling as I saw her wrinkle her nose at the smell.
"Fuck I'm hung over" she said as she shakingly lifted the cup to her mouth.
I watched with big eyes as her nose wrinkled and she frowned making some incomprehensible noises and then she was of the chair and out the door fast as lightening. I chuckled to myself as I put her cup down on a paper; she had put it down so hard that the coffee had splashed over the edge.
"What's with Angel?" I looked up to see Curly standing leaning his shoulder against the door frame clad in only a pair of blue jeans that made his dark blue eyes sparkle mischievously.
"Hung over" I said my own smirk matching the one that was forming on his handsome face. He laughed softly as he made his way over to sit down.
"Coffee?" I offered him Angela's untouched cup and he took it gulping it down in one go.
"So did ya have a good time yesterday?" he asked his eyes glittering as he scratched his chest.
"You should know" I said winking at him as I thought about what had occurred between us in the bathroom the night before while the music from the party was drowning all the noises we made.
I saw Curly smirk at me and he reached out a hand and grabbed mine over the table.
"Curly where's your sister?" Mrs Shepard or Langston more correctly was standing in the doorway watching us with her beautiful but hard face.
She was as cold as ice but in her eyes you could always see a glimmer of feelings and now she was watching her son with love and worry. Curly didn't turn to look at her and all he heard was her hard voice.
"Don't know mom, I'm not her keeper" he said and I saw the small loving gleam in her eyes die down.
"We don't have time for this attitude of yours today Curly so stop" she said coldly and sighing she continued "Lenny's taking her to the hairdresser in fifteen minutes so you better find her"
At that Curly dropped my hand and got up of his chair but it wasn't to go look for his sister.
"She's not getting in a car with him by herself" he said now standing in front of his mother his arms crossed over his bare chest making his back and arm muscles flex. His voice was calm but determined.
I could see where he was coming from, not wanting his fourteen year old sister in a car with a perverted old man.
"He's offered to drive her and she need's to get her hair done for tomorrow, you do remember about tomorrow don't you?" her voice was angry and annoyed, perhaps even a bit embarrassed about being confronted by her youngest son.
"You could take her yourself if you're so worried, but you're too preoccupied with your gang aren't you?"
Curly looked both furious and calm at the same time, his eyes were flashing at his mother but his brain seemed to be scheming rapidly.
"Tim's gang mom" he said coldly but detached.
"And you're going with her to the hairdresser, your hair ain't too pretty either" he was cramming a hand down his jeans pocket and got up some rolled bills which he put on the counter next to his stunned mother.
I was stunned to, I had never heard Curly command his mother to do anything, I had heard that his brother was good at that but I never thought Curly could do it, he couldn't even get Angel to listen to him. But this time it seemed to be working cause his mother just stood there paralyzed looking at the money on the counter as Curly walked passed her and exited the room.
"So what's happening tomorrow?" I asked Curly when we were alone in the house.
His mother had obediently put her best clothes on while me and Curly tried to wake Angela up from her sleeping position on the floor next to the toilette. After getting some water splashed at her she woke up from her mumbling and grumbling state and managed to say;
"Fuck you"
After she was that conscious it was easy to get her dressed and sent downstairs to her mother and Lenny who were waiting.
Lenny looked pissed; his eyes were dodging angrily between Curly, his wife and Angela. He ignored me except to let his eyes roam over my body quickly, making my stomach turn.
I was glad Curly had made his mother go with them, poor Angel had been too hung over to even realize who she was getting in a car with.
"Tim's getting out" was Curly's short answer. He didn't sound all that happy about it but I knew he was.
I think he was just bitter about the length his mother went to to greet Tim not even seeing all the things Curly did for them every day. I had seen him bring home both food and money to his mother but not once had I seen her thanking him, she was only sighing wishing for Tim to get home.
I knew both Angela and Curly missed their brother and I knew Curly felt somewhat lost without him there to tell him what to do but he had managed to keep the gang and the family together without Tim, but the sad thing was that I was the only one who realized it.
Curly had dropped out of school when Tim was sent to the slammer to make sure the gang would stay together for his brothers sake and to make money for his mother by working as a mechanic, I knew he didn't really miss school but he had some friends there that wasn't in his brothers gang and he had hardly seen them in half a year.
It just didn't seem fair that he had to give up his life to live as his brother. I couldn't help but asking myself if Tim would really want his brother to give up so much for him?
"What's he like your brother?" I asked wondering what the guy that the sun seemed to rotate around could be like, did he want the attention or did he receive it reluctantly? Was he everything his mom and siblings thought him to be or was he just a simple hood?
"He's tough" Curly's answer was short once again but this time I could read a lot into it.
He didn't mean that Tim was just though as in street smart and a good fighter, he meant that he respected and liked him too. I had figured out when I first started seeing Curly six months ago that the gang looked up to Tim as a leader but still felt for him as a friend.
The biggest problem Curly had had with them was that they didn't thrust him even though Tim did and that they had known him since he was a kid who was following his brother around, they couldn't respect and follow him as a leader when they still saw him as a child.
I looked over at Curly as he was picking up a knife from his drawers and thought back to how he'd been when I met him. He had seemed much younger and more careless, his face had seemed to always smile and his eyes always sparkle, but he was older know, more mature and serious, forced to live his brothers life, a life not created for him but for another.
And I wondered again what that person was like to want a life of violence and crime, to lead his own little army against society, to rebel against his family and still end up with the winning hand.