Free Young-Minded Hustler by Tysha

Shy.
    â€œDon’t just walk away from me like that. I asked you a question, Shy,” responded Tara.
    â€œFirst, I’m going to sit down and drink a beer. Second, I will take a quick shower, and third, I’m going to send Jayden to pick up Baby Girl for me. On second thought, maybe I’ll send for Baby Girl first,” answered Shy with as much sarcasm as she could muster.
    â€œDon’t get smart with me, Shy, you know what I meant. What are you going to do about Prince getting arrested?” snapped Tara.
    â€œIf you would let me finish . . .” Shy rolled her neck. “Fourth, I’ll drive downtown, find out exactly where my son is being held, and find him a lawyer. Does that meet your requirements on how I should handle this situation with my son?”
    â€œYou know what, Shy?”
    Shy immediately stood up and put her hands on her hips. She had a long day and would have loved to release her stress on her opinionated sister.
    â€œYou need to let him sit down there and think about what he has done. If Prince was my son, I would—”
    â€œSee, Tara, that’s just it. Prince is not your son, he’s mine. I may not be raising the perfect child, with the perfect husband, in the perfect house, but I’m doing the best that I can. If that doesn’t meet your standards, then to hell with you and your opinion!”
    â€œShy, all I’m saying is . . .”
    â€œHave I asked you for your opinion? You being a better parent than me in no way means you love your child any more than I love mine!” Shy stormed past Tara, purposely bumping into her before showing her to the door. She was not in the mood for unsolicited advice, and was tired of Tara and her brother-in-law looking down their noses at her. Shy held the screen door open for Tara.
    â€œNow take your snobby ass back to your perfect suburban life and stay the hell out of my business,” demanded Shy.
    â€œShy, why are you always so defensive when it’s about Prince? He needs more help than you can offer him. Why can’t you see that?”
    â€œWhy do you have to be the one to make decisions on what is best for my son? Ain’t nobody else in his corner but me, so fuck you and your advice!” yelled Shy. Her head was throbbing and it was taking everything inside of her not to punch the hell out of her sister.
    â€œYou don’t even know what happened today and you already protecting him,” added Tara as she walked off the porch.
    â€œYou know why, Tara? It does not matter what he did. Prince can go out and kill an entire block and I would still have his back. Right or wrong he is still my child, my son and nothing and nobody will ever change that. Now, get the hell out!”
    â€œQuincy, get in your car and come home. I don’t have to put up with being spoken to this way, and until your aunt apologizes to me, you are not to be over here,” Tara ranted.
    Quincy did as he was told, but not before apologizing to his Aunt Shy for his mother’s behavior.
    â€œIt’s okay, baby. You have absolutely nothing to be apologizing for,” Shy assured her favorite and only nephew. “And, Tara, I’m telling you now, don’t have your perfect husband call my house trying to force his opinion down my throat, or so help me God, all hell will break loose. Do not test me.”
    Shy could not believe the nerve of her sister. She had a husband at home to help raise her son. Only a man can teach a boy how to be a man and Shy understood that. What she did not understand was how Tara and her husband, Bruce, acted as if they had been perfect teenagers and never made mistakes. Shit, if it wasn’t for our mother beating the hell out of her every other day, Tara would be locked up someplace. But I guess she can’t remember all the stress and trouble she caused when we were growing up. And Bruce isn’t any better. His ass was in and out of juvenile so much they