Myrtle

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Watching him get up to place his leftover burrito in his bag. I turned towards the bar, placing my chin on my hands. Being straight forward would be my best bet. Already feeling angsty now on how I would explain it to him I decided to just come out with it.

“I went to see my dad.” His movements froze showing he heard me loud and clear.

“I went to his house. I have an uncle. His name is Deion. He lives in this run-down apartment building. I of course I judged him at first you know? You left me and I finally see you again and you're basically in the same place I left you in, you know?”

I didn’t wait for his response, not really wanting one. I was grateful that he didn’t try to interrupt as I continued.

“I asked him what happened… he told me.” I was hesitant to bring up the shooting, but why not right.