“Red, my nigga? Really?” My voice cracked because the betrayal was real. This wasn’t some friendship I could toss to the side and pretend not to be hurt. This was my homie, my nigga, and someone that had been family. Even when life got hard and me and Des went our own ways to handle our own problems, Larry was there. He was always there for me. I could pick up the phone and tell him to come have a drink with me and vent, and he would be there. Never knowing this whole time, he was over there doing the same with my brother. A man that I told him that I hated and would never forgive.
sometimes family aren’t always blood
