Chapter 2 Brotherly Disdain

Three days later, the Freeman boys were home meddling in their own devices while their grandfather went out to run some errands. Huey and Riley were both in the living room with Huey sitting on the couch reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X and Riley was on the floor lost in a video game dimension on his PlayStation. He couldn't wait until his birthday came to get the new PlayStation 2, which came out last month.

"Come on! Come on Muthafucka!" Riley shouted at the T.V. His fingers were rapidly tapping the buttons of the controller.

Huey took his eyes off his book and saw how ridiculous his little brother was carrying over the game.

"Riley, settle down."

"Nigga shut the fuck up, you gonna throw my concentration off. I'm trying to beat this bad guy. "

"Whatever." Huey scoffed and went back to his book. "It's not like you're going to win."

As soon as Huey said that, Riley ended up making the wrong move and next thing he knew a huge "Game Over" title popped onto the screen.

In rage, the younger boy threw his controller on the floor and stomped over to his brother and got all up in his face.

"Nigga, you a jinx! You made me lose!"

"You made yourself lose." The boy with the afro rolled his eyes then continued to read.

Riley smacked the book out of his brother's hands and formed a fist in order to punch him.

Being the skillful fighter with strong reflexes, Huey instantly caught the fist and twisted his little brother's arm as he got up from the couch.

"Owww! Let go of me bitch!" Riley shrieked in agony and wriggled out of Huey's grasp.

Just as Huey sneered at him and motioned to walk away, Riley being the relentless wreck he was tried to sucker punch him again with Huey's back turned. However, Huey knew better and grabbed Riley's arm, flipped him over his shoulder, and his body slammed onto the living room table. The pictures, candles, and other miscellaneous items on the table were in ruins under the boy's weight.

The younger boy was stunned but quickly shook it off and stood up, although with some difficulty because his back was sore.

"Oh, now you gonna get it nigga!" And so the boy with the cornrows leapt off the table and pounced on Huey.

They rolled around on the floor one trying to overcome the other. Even when they finally got off the floor, they carried this altercation out all over the whole living room, knocking even more things down. Riley kicked his brother in the stomach and in return Huey gave him an uppercut to his chin. It was very agonizing for the younger boy and he spat blood on the carpet but went back at it with the older boy. This went on for the next fifteen minutes. Brother fighting another brother.

When Huey had his brother in a chokehold, both of them heard the front door click and open, then followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Riley! Huey! I'm home!" Their grandfather Robert Freeman called out to the boys as he got closer to the living room.

Huey released his grip around Riley's neck and focused his attention on the disorderly room. He knew that were both in trouble. Granddad was going to blow his top off when he saw the mess they made.

"What the hell did you two do to my living room?!" The old man yelled in horror.

Pictures that hung from the walls and ones on the table were now on the floor, with the frames cracked. Pillows from the couch and lounge chairs were also on the floor, with one of them having the stuffing emerging out of the case. The lap was knocked over with the shade torn. Granddad even saw drops of blood on the carpet.

His fists clenched in anger.

"G-g-granddad, i-i-it w-w-was Huey's fault!" Riley stuttered as he placed the blame on his brother.

Huey shot him a dirty glare.

Granddad ignored his younger grandson and went on a rant.

"You little muthafuckas are always destroying my gotdamn house! And when y'all not doing that y'all eating up my food, making more messes everywhere y'all go, and running up my damn electric bill! It's like I can't even leave you two here for ten minutes without y'all doing something stupid!"

"Granddad, we're sorry. We were both at fault." Huey spoke up to defuse the situation.

"We?" Riley questioned as he frowned and crossed his arms. "I ain't do shit!"

Huey kicked him in his leg to shut him up.

"Oww! Did you see that Granddad?! He done kicked me in my leg!"

The grandfather smacked his own forehead in frustration and took three deep breaths to calm down.

"You two are lucky I'm not in no ass-whipping mood today. Any other time, I would've went Joe Jackson on y'all bad asses. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you already know our new neighbors moved in a few days ago."

Huey nodded. "I saw them outside the other day."

"Me too." Riley added.

"I just spoke with Kevin Caesar and him and his family already met with them, I believe their last name is McIntosh. Well, he told me they were pretty nice and their children were well-behaved, unlike you too. Both of you just want to push me into the grave before my time, just giving me a headache raising you two." Granddad grunted.

"Anyway, we're gonna visit them later today."

Riley loathed the idea.

"Aww, Granddad why we gotta go over there? I don't give a damn about no new folks in this neighborhood. What if they just weak uppity ass self-hating niggas like Tom? I ain't going."

The old man was nearly at his wit's end with his unruly grandson.

"Boy, I don't give a damn what you want to do, you are going and that's final. If you two act up, I won't hesitate to beat the black off both y'all asses the next time around and y'all can forget about watching T.V. or playing GameStation or whatever the hell y'all call that junk for the rest of Spring Break."

And with that he swiftly walked out the room.

Before he reached the steps to go upstairs, he remembered something.

"Oh, and clean up that living room. I want it to be spotless by the time I get back down here in an hour!" He shouted and continued on his way.

To say that Riley was pissed off would be an understatement. He was raving mad. His day was now ruined because of Huey and now he had to go over to some people's house and deal with their kids, who were probably corny and wack.

He turned to face Huey and gritted his teeth.

"Nigga this yo fucking fault! My whole day is screwed up because of you!" With that he marched off.

"Nigga, where the hell are you going?" Huey queried in aggravation. "Did you not hear what Granddad said? You need to come back here and help me clean up."

Riley still had his back turned and gave his brother the middle finger.

"Bitch I ain't gotta do shit. I ain't no fucking housekeeper."

Suddenly, he felt the force of a hardcover book collide with the back of his head.

"OWWW! What the fuck?!" He cried.

He immediately crumbled to his knees and nursed his head. All he could do was groan from the aching pain.

A/N- Hey everyone, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Leave a comment. If you have any questions or concerns, PM me anytime. Peace!