Throughout the story, I added Caesar, Hiro, Jazmine, Cindy, Ed Wuncler, and Eddie. This chapter will reveal yet another Boondocks character. You know him, you love him, you hate him...and you mostly hate him. XD Read on and find out who!

Next day, back at the Wuncler Inc., Ed Wuncler and Ed Wuncler II were waiting patiently for the foreign mobster to observe the photograph they had shown him. Arturo stared at the photo in confusion for a few minutes, then started laughing. "You must be pulling my legs." He turned the picture around, revealing ten year old Huey Freeman. "You expect me to believe this is the problem? A little kid with a big ass afro?" he asked in disbelief.

"He ain't just no little kid, Art-Walk. He could try to take anybody down if something ain't right for his people," Eddie explained. "To make it simple, that boy is a domestic terrorist," Mr. Wuncler said. "A terrorist, huh?" Arturo stared at the photo once more. "Why y'all ain't take down this little fucker by now?"

"You see, a few years ago, him and his family moved in the neighborhood and they've been living in Woodcrest ever since. Just to be clear, I own the mortgage loan on their house," Mr. Wuncler explained, "So whenever there was a little job I need to take care of, I can always count on his grandfather to get it done."

Arturo sucked his teeth. "So basically you just fuck them over and treat them like your slaves?" "You can put it that way," Eddie responded, "I just came in and make their financial problems worse than it was six years ago and trust me, that kid is basically a teenager. He can do a lot of worse things now that he's all grown up." "Clearly, he ain't gon' like these items if he finds out," Arturo stated, "What you supposed we do with him to get him off our backs?"

Eddie started pacing, as he smirked. "I say we need some muscles for him. Some people that can take him down and shut him up. He's been irritating me for a while, and frankly, I don't like nosey little kids." "And what about his grandfather? You think he'll still obey you hand and foot once he know you took his grandson?" Arturo pointed out.

Eddie thought for a moment. "Probably not. As dense as he is, I could tell the old man cares for him. So why not we take down all of them? Him, his grandfather, and his brother? I don't need them that much anymore."

"Hell, that's your business. Don't expect me to kill them. I ain't trying to go to prison," Arturo said. "Then who could we trust that hates the Freeman family so much that they want to end their lives?" Eddie spotted his father looking smug. "Pops, I know that face. You got a plan, do ya?" Eddie asked.

"Well, let's just say I might have some people that are perfect for this type of position."

That feeling.

These flashes. Those evil laughs. I can't seem to get it out of my head. Who are they? What do they want? Most importantly, why are they here? As much as I try, I could never figure out who or what is behind all this. Evil souls were lurking around and I wasn't sure whether it was coming for Fae's family...or my own.

"HUEY!"

I opened my eyes, as I was out of my thoughts and into my room. "Huey, get down here! Someone is here to see you!" I heard Granddad called me. I walked out of my room. It could be anybody that wanted to see me. Caesar, Hiro, Jazmine, Fae-

I stood at the top of the stairway, shocked to see who was at the front door.

"Cairo..."

Once he saw me, Cairo glared at me as Granddad said, "Your friend just so happened to be around the neighborhood and wanted to catch up with you. Now make him feel at home, while I'll be on the phone." Granddad went upstairs and walked pass me, while Cairo and I glared at each other for a long period of time.

Before I moved to Woodcrest, back at home in Chicago, Cairo was my best friend. Six years ago, when we went back to Chicago for Granddad's best friend's funeral, I had a chance to see Cairo again. I assumed things would be just like old times before I had to come here. Unfortunately, Cairo changed and made new friends; leaving me, and our friendship, behind.

"What's wrong with you, Cairo? That nigga is corny." "Corny? Nigga, you're corny! At least he's here. Why don't you go follow your punk ass granddad and go back to Whitesville? Fake nigga."

Even though I became a bigger man after that, it didn't solve anything between us and we haven't talked to each other since that day.

I walked down the steps, as Cairo looked around the house. "So this is where you living in? How pathetic," he said. I narrowed my eyes. "Why are you here, Cairo?" I asked. I was not in the mood for his grudges. "Just remember this. I didn't want to move here, come to this dumb ass neighborhood, and see your punk ass. It was my mom. She made me come stay here for the summer and wants me to see you. She noticed we haven't talk in a long time."

"You can just leave and tell her there's nothing to talk about. Not now, not ever," I stated. Cairo scoffed. "I'm already here, nigga. I might as well stay and look around at this place." I glared at him, as he walked around the house. I can't believe I was friends with that nigga.

"When you get older, you're gonna realize that your friends...well, they're not always as loyal as you want them to be," Granddad said. "Cairo's always been pretty loyal," Huey responded. "Well, yeah. Things change..."

Since he's here, I might as well try to be considerate. "You want anything to drink?" I offered. Cairo shrugged, as he leaned on the wall. "Whatever. Do y'all drink champagne or little sparkle waters?" he mocked. I walked towards him. "Whatever I give you, you're going to take it, and you're going to like it. Whether you make it easy and just drink it or hard and I have put it down your throat. After that, you get out of here and don't ever try to come back."

With those threats, I walked to the kitchen. He better not cross me. I could only handle so much. Just as I was pouring the apple juice to a glass, I heard the doorbell ring. I was about to go get it, until I heard the door opened. Only person that was inches away from it was Cairo. Who the hell gave him permission to open the door?

I took the glass and walked out of the kitchen. I froze in place once I saw Cairo and Fae shaking hands. They patently didn't notice me, so I hid and eavesdropped on their conversation. "Oh you're Cairo..." Fae said, harshly. Cairo looked confused. "Yeah...is that a problem?" he asked. "No. Just making sure," Fae responded. It was a good thing I told Fae all about what happened between Cairo and I. She hates him as much as I do.

"Look, I don't want to see Huey right now, but I promised him to give him this book. So can you give it to him?" Fae asked in favor. Cairo smirked. "Hate his guts, huh?" Fae glared at him. "Never. I just...don't feel like talking with him today." I was stunned. So many questions were forming in my head, but I could only make out one word: Why?

I walked towards them, revealing myself. "Fae." They both turned to look at me, a bit surprised. "Oh...Huey. I brought you my book that you always wanted to read: Che Guevara: A Revolutionary," Fae said, giving me her book. I still stared at her dumbfounded. "I heard what you said. Why don't you want to talk to me?" I questioned. Fae stared at me and if I hadn't known, I would've thought her eyes were full of sorrow. "I...I don't have time to stay today. I need to go back home. I'll see you later."

Just when she was about to leave, I gave the glass to Cairo and grabbed her arm, making her face me. "Fae, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, concerned. We always communicate with each other. Why did she suddenly became distant? She looked down, not even giving me a glance. "I really must go. I don't think I'm wanted around here." I looked at her confused. "Where is this coming from? What have I done?" That's when she sighed.

"It's not what you've done...it's how you feel on the inside." If I wasn't clueless then, I sure was now. Fae made me let go of her arm. "I'm sorry, Huey. I just need to leave."

Without any explanation, Fae run out of the house and never looked back. I couldn't believe it. She appeared as if she was hurt, but there was nothing I could do if I didn't know the problem...and the worst part is...Cairo observed the whole thing.

"Damn. Seems like she didn't want to talk to your fake ass, Huey Peeman. I don't blame her, though. She's better off talking to a real man." I closed my eyes, as I tried to control my anger. "You always had to ruin everyone's day. Man, you ain't nothing but a bougie ass nigga." I tightened my fist. "It's all good, though. She was fine as hell and I might try to get with her. Maybe then, she won't even bother remembering your name."

That's it. He can make new friends and ignore me...he can spit out a couple of insults at me...but if he, or anybody for that matter, talks about Fae in any type of way that I didn't like...it was over.

I slapped his hand, causing the glass to shattered on the floor, then attacked him on the ground: beating him with everything I had. I had to make it clear on what was in store for him once he showed his face.

You guessed it! Not the most favorite character, but I need him for this story, so y'all have to put your anger for him aside! :D I promise you'll love him throughout the end! :)