Placing his car in park, Kameron turned to me with a clenched jaw. Both of us were pissed off for different reasons. “I’m your driver for now. Last I remember, the suspension on your license gets lifted next month. You living at my house is temporary. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy being my roommate. You get homemade French toast every Sunday. As far as work goes that’s up to you and what you want to do but I’m not putting you anywhere that requires you to handle finances. And last but damn sure not least, you’ve been sober for months, Paxton. If you ask me all of that is A-fucking-mazing, my nigga.”
He was right.
Despite what I thought were life failures and fuck ups, my slow progress was amazing compared to where I used to be. I hated to admit it but God still had a plan for me. Even after I cussed Him out sober and drunk. Told God that I hated him over and over with each tear that fell from my eyes. Questioning His love for me when he took three precious things from me – Jacolby, Heather, and my purpose.
I had breath in my lungs.
I had a second chance.
“Thanks, Kam. I appreciate it. Have a little bit more patience with me.” Unlike a lot of other people who ran when I showed my ass, my family never left. Even when I became disrespectful and just plain nasty, they never stopped loving me but loved me harder, especially my brothers. When Kameron found out Heather died, he ended his world travels to be there for me. He sat with me when I drank myself to stupidity. He cleaned up all my vomit and shitty messes.
“I got you. You’re my brother and I love you, man. Now let’s go in here so I can test the levels of your daddy’s patience before he kicks me out of my own house.” When he smiled that stupid grin and laughed his notorious ‘I’m about to annoy somebody’ smile, all I could do was laugh and get ready to stand as a referee when he went too far.