| You Can't Fix Everything For Me Anymore; ft. Brandon Banks | |
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| Felicity Banks | Aug 10 2017, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
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[OFF CAMERA] “If they only knew…” Felicity said, staring at the sight of her son sucking on his thumb. The first transaction between Felicity and the Valdez brother was just a day away, and the money was already placed in a brown bag at the top of the closet in Rush’s bedroom. Though Felicity could be defined as rich, one million dollars wasn’t something you just handed away. … but she had to. “No one’s taking you away from me.” she continued, gently running her fingers through Rush’s hair, “And I really don’t care what I have to do to make sure that never happens.” Leaning into the crib, Felicity gave Rush a kiss on the forehead and spun around to see… “B-Brandon.” she stuttered, her heart palpitating as her anxiety began eating away at her, “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know you got yourself in some shit, and my nephew is included in it.” Not wanting to wake the baby, Brandon gestured for Felicity to follow him out of the room, but at first? She didn’t. All she could do was try and try to come up with some sort of lie to make her brother believe everything was fine. But she knew that wasn’t happening. Brandon could see right through her bullshit, and she hated it. Letting out a sigh, Felicity took a quick look at Rush before she exited the nursery and saw her brother standing in the middle of the hallway. Unable to make eye contact with him, Felicity closed the nursery door shut and did what everyone does when they try to avoid eye contact. She pulled out her phone and began scrolling anxiously. “What’s going on, Fel?” Brandon asked, stepping close enough to his sister to rip her phone out of her hand. “You’re lucky Rush is sleeping because I would’ve smacked you for that.” Walking right by him, Felicity rushed down her spiral staircase, but Brandon followed. The siblings made it to Felicity’s living room before Brandon spun his much shorter sister around, and stared into her eyes. “What’s going on, Fel.” “Nothing!” she shouted, still unable to make eye contact with her brother. “Nothing that concerns you anyway.” Brandon couldn’t help but laugh at those words as he rubbed his hand against his eye. “It involves you. It involves Rush. It definitely concerns me.” Finally able to look up at her brother, a tear streamed down her cheek as she said: “I fucked up. Big time.” “How?” Brandon asked, a confused look on his face as he tried to get more out of his sister. “Rosa…” Felicity answered, another tear streaming down her face. “Your old cleaning lady? That bitch is dead, what the hell do she matter right now?” “SHE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF ME, BRANDON!” Stunned by the words, Brandon went silent as Felicity walked by him and took a seat on her leather couch. Brandon stepped closer, but kept his distance. “She overdosed, Fel. You didn--” “On my drugs.” Felicity blurted out as she looked up at her brother. “Wait…” Brandon took a step forward, flabbergasted by what he was hearing, “You’re fuckin’ doin cocaine now?!” “No! I was…” she sighed, “... I was doing Jurek a favor. I lent him money so he could get back on his feet, but it all backfired. Everything fucking backfired.” Brandon began pacing in circles, his mind now piecing everything together. “So the drugs Rosa OD’d on….” he stopped, almost if he didn’t want to hear the answer. “...they were yalls?” Felicity reluctantly nodded her head. “Jesus Fucking Hell, bruh. What the fuck were ya’ll thinkin’?! No!” he moved toward the couch his sister was sitting on. “What the fuck were YOU thinkin’ gettin’ involved in shit like that! That’s not your world, Fel!” “That’s…” she hesitated, “... that’s not even the worst part right now.” The only way to describe the look on Brandon’s face was “How the fuck can this get any worse” as he started pacing around the living room. “Her brother… or brothers found out and now they’re blackmailing me.” “Blackmailing you how?” Brandon fired right back. “If I don’t bring them a million dollars in two days, they’re going to the police and telling them everything. I don’t even know how they found anything out!” “That’s what I meant when I said this ain’t your world, Fel. Streets talk.” Seeing the pain on his sister’s face, Brandon sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll fix this, Fel. Just tell me where you were gonna meet them and I’ll have someon---” “No, Brandon! I can’t have you fixing things for me anymore. I’m going to be twenty-five this year and I don’t need my big brother to fight my battles anymore!” She pulled herself from Brandon, stood up, and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I got myself into this mess, and I’m getting myself out.” Not letting Brandon get out another word, Felicity rushed upstairs, locked herself in her room and stared out her bedroom window. “I’m going to fix this…” |
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