Page 32 of This is Law

“I told him three hours ago to take the trash out, and to wash his dishes in the sink. I told him to clean his room, and it’s shoes and shit all on the floor. Clothes on the bed, and he on the fuckin game. I unplugged his game, and he cursed at me, and when he walked to get away from me, he aggressively pushed past me-

“Man, what? Ay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes! Fuck that lil nigga got going on? Why you even let three hours go by? He should have been did that shit!” he snapped at me.

“I was upstairs cleaning up, Sevyn! I didn’t know that he didn’t do it!” I yelled back at his ass.

“I’m pulling up in fifteen minutes!” was all he said before he hung the phone up on me.

I went downstairs, and I started cleaning up in the family room area. I fixed up the big, decorative pillows that were on the couch, fluffed them, and I sprayedFebrezespray on the couch, along with the pillows. There was a basket where I would store all the throw blankets, so I took them out, sprayed them down, and folded them nicely, so that I could place them back inside the basket. I dusted the entertainment center off, cleaned the glass that was on the entertainment center doors, and as I was dusting the ceiling fan, standing on the mini step stool, I could hear Law’s truck rumbling. Security wasn’t even supposed to let his ass through the gate without calling me first. There was notelling what he’d managed to tell them, that allowed him to get inside without a call.

Before I could even process that he was here, there was knocks on the door, and I stepped off the step stool, and I made my way to the door. He walked in, and he was in his baby blue button-down shirt that was tucked into his navy-blue slacks, so that let me know that he was coming from the office. His office was only twenty minutes from here, but Law was a fast driver, which is why it only took him fifteen minutes.

“Where he at?” he asked the second he walked in the house.

“Still in his room,” I replied, reaching behind him, so that I could close the door.

“He took the trash out, yet?” he asked. It’s like I was scared to say that he didn’t. I was tough on my boys, but only to a certain extent. I still babied them at the end of the day, and that’s one of the things that me, and Law would go at it about, especially in our marriage.

“No, but he’s probably cleaning the room,” there I was, trying to defend him, and when I said it, Law turned to look back at me like I was crazy, as he went up the stairs.

“You about to start making excuses for that shit. The trash should have been taken out last night if you want to be technical,” he replied, and he took the stairs up two at a time, and I was on his tail.

He walked through the hallway, once we were up, knowing his way around the house because this used to be our home. When he made it to Creed’s door, he aggressively opened it, just as I did a few moments ago, when I barged in. Creed had picked the shoes up from the floor, placed them in the closet, and now he was sorting out the clothes on his bed, so that he could start on his laundry. He no longer was shirtless. He threw on a white wife beater.

When he saw that I had his dad with me, he sucked his teeth.

“Suck em’ again and watch I leave you with no teeth to suck. What you got going on, man? It’s damn near twelve in the afternoon, and you still ain’t take the trash out. What’s up with that?” Law asked, stepping closer into the room. I stood by the doorway. I really was just standing here, in case Law had to jump on his ass. I would be the one to break it up.

“She act like I wasn’t going to take it out. Dang. I get one day off from school, and practice, and she nagging me about taking the trash out. I don’t take the trash out one time, and she make me out to be the worst kid in the world-

“Creed, I just got on you two days ago about the trash! What are you even talking about?” I screamed at him.

“Why you ain’t get on Legend about doing it?” he questioned me.

“Because he was outside washing my car!” I had to let him know.

“Whatever man!” before he could even get the chance to take another step, his dad was on him, rushing him, getting to him by the front of the wife beater that he had on, and he was jacking his ass up.

“Who the fuck you think you talking to? That’s your mama, nigga! I don’t know if you hanging with them white boys too much on that baseball team, but your black son! I will knock your ass the fuck out for talking to your mama like that. You acting like she telling you to move fuckin mountains. She asked you to take the trash out, wash your dishes, and clean your fuckin room. Turn to your right, homie. That’s a walk-in closet that you got right there with just about every shoe in that bitch that you can think of. You got nice clothes, games, jewelry, all that shit. The least you could do is do the fuckin chores around this bitch that your mama ask you to do. She shouldn’t even have to ask you!” Law spat, roughing him up a little more before he let his shirt go.

His shirt was all wrinkled now from the way that Law had him hemmed up. Creed wasn’t a crier at all, but when he was angry, he would shed tears, so a lone tear fell from his eyes, but he quickly wiped it away.

“Apologize to your mother, boy!” Law ordered him. Another tear had fallen from Creed’s eyes, but just like the last one, he was quick to wipe it away.

“I’m sorry for being disrespectful and not doing my part around the house. You won’t have to say it to me another time,” his voice sounded sad, which didn’t do anything but make me feel bad. It’s like Law could read me right now because he turned his head to look at me, and he glared at me in a way, as if he was threatening my ass to stay over by the door, and not to go over to Creed and console him. He knew my actions before I even played them. So that I wouldn’t get that urge to go over, and baby him, I ended up walking out of the room.

Instead of going back downstairs to finish cleaning, I went in my bedroom, so that I could finish making my bed. All my bedding was finished washing and drying, so now was a perfect time to make the bed. So many parts came with making my bed. I had to add the comforter protector, wrestle with the damn fitted sheet, and once the flat sheet was on, here I was, waiting for the steamer to get hot because I wanted to take out any wrinkles that was left over. Placing the duvet on top was another one of my least favorite things because it was so damn heavy, and because I was working with a king-sized bed, I was back and forth, taking steps on each side, trying to get the perfect look.

My door wasn’t closed all the way, so during me doing this, my bedroom door pushed opened, and it was Law walking inside. We haven’t been around each other ever since we fucked a week ago. I was embarrassed to be around him, which is why I had been avoiding his ass. He stripped me of my pride last week with that dick. Had me hollering out, kissing him, cummingback-to-back, and even giving him head like I was his wife all over again. Drinking that entire bottle of wine by myself was a dangerous ass game, and here were the consequences that I was dealing with.

“How many times you done called Legend?” he asked, and I laughed. When the boys went with their dad, or even my mom, I wouldn’t bother them as much. I let them be free, and I would just check in from time to time. Any time that they did something where they traveled with school, I would always call to check in with them, just to see how things were going. Even though West Palm Beach was just an hour and some change away, I wanted to check in with my son, just to make sure that he was fine.

“I only called twice,” I lied, not going to give him the real answer.

“That shit don’t even sound convincing. Leave him alone for the weekend. Let him vibe out and hang with his friends. You’ll call him to death. Legend not like Creed. Creed going to tell your ass that you being annoying, and overbearing. Legend won’t say it, out of fear of hurting your feelings,” he said the truth. Legend was my gentle giant. He was so sweet to me. Creed was sweet as well, but he had his moments where he could be an asshole, like what he just finished doing a few moments ago.

“Whatever. I’m going out tonight, so I won’t bother calling or texting. I’ll just do it before I walk out the door,” I let him know.

I had to walk across the room to get to the other side of the bed, so that I could pull the duvet up. I wanted him to look at my ass so bad when I did it. I was wearing these black tights fromAlo,and I loved the way my ass sat up in the tights. I was a part of the itty-bitty committee when it came to my ass, but certain things would make my ass poke out, and look fatter than what it was, and that’s what was happening here with these tights on, and I wanted him to break his neck to look. The tights went withthe matchingAlosports bra, so my tiny waist and flat stomach was exposed. This was just a little something that I would wear around the house, while I was cleaning up.

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