Chapter 3 The Scolding

• When Barry entered the house, the whole family was back, also Tanya's friend Monica sat on the sofa. Barry towered over them as he entered. Monica glared at his brown eyes and felt intimidated. The rest of the family gave him furious stares so thick he could cut it with blank knifes. He attempted to walk right past headed to his room.
• "And where do you think you're going huh?" Susan cried, "you embarassed us today. My dear daughter gave you enough money to spend on grandmother but you chose to use it for your rachet mother didn't you? Look at me when I'm talking to you young man."
• "Susan, take it easy now," her husband Petros tried to put out the fire like he often did.
• "What's that supposed to mean? Should we leave him to disgrace us all the time. What kind of person are you? Are you even a human being?" She said her eyes searching for something to hit it him with.
• "Mum, what's done is done." Tanya tried to calm her down.
• "For what? Are you supporting this jail bird?" She was livid now. Tanya done poured petrol into the fire. "This good for nothing husband of yours knows nothing except to embarrass and torture us. Why can't he get a job, never mind a career. How do we know he wont go back to his criminal ways? I just don't trust him. My daughter you need to divorce him, how many times must I tell you this. That young man David Kingston is way better than this."
• By the time she had turned around to address her daughter, Barry had sneaked into his room and locked the door behind him. She was frustrated when she realised her object of dissatisfaction had dissapeared.
• "Mother, let him deal with the demons in his head first, he was in jail remember. It's not easy for them to get a job out there okay. I spoke to a couple of people and they all say their companies do not employ convicts," Tanya explained before she dropped on the sofa exhausted from defending Barry.
• Monica had always been intimidated by Barry's domineering six-foot-four height. Last time she had made fun of Barry he had given her one gluesome look, and that was the last time she ever talked down on him although she still felt he was useless.
• "I don't trust this Barry," added Monica, "he's gaze is scarry like a thugs. I don't know how you all handle him, as for me, I'm scared of that man. He could be dangerous."
• "That's exactly what I'm telling my daughter, but she…" the old woman's phone rang, and she had a brief conversation and confirmed time.
• "My mother says there's an urgent meeting at the company tomorrow morning. All of us must attend," Susan said.
• When evening came, Tanya sent Barry some food. She knocked on his door and he opened after recognising her voice. She came in and sat on his bed. "There's a meeting tomorrow morning, please be ready to drive us there. By the way, where did you run off to earlier?"
• "Nowhere special," Barry said picking up his plate from the table.
• "And today is the last time I'm doing one of your chores again. Tomorrow, you're cooking okay."
• Nodding, Barry started to eat. Tanya felt bad for scolding him.
• "Barry, I know sometimes I'm cold and distant but I-, I care for you...your whereabouts, the last thing I want is to hear that you did something aweful again."
• "I didn't know you cared that much," Barry answered, while chewing.
• "I...who said I cared?"
• "Well, if you care that much sleep on my bed tonight."
• "In your dreams," she smirked shyly standing up to leave.
• Barry looked up her, he had not touched her since their wedding night as he was immediately arrested that fateful night. And the big elephant jail-problem in the room seemed to keep them even more separate. Her smile was pretty, and she looked as innocent as her cherry which had never been popped yet.
• She left the room, her curvy hips naturally swerving out the door. Barry smiled, if she hadn't been this pretty he would have never let his old man bully him into marrying her at such a young age.
• He was only nineteen when his deceased dad Jacob Jackson arranged his marriage to her. He feared his son was losing his way with his life in the streets and had gradually forgotten his promise to work hard and regain the family dignity and finally rival his Jackson cousin and take back his rightful place as the first young master of the Jacksons. Perhaps, if Barry had a family he would be motivated to work hard, and change his life for the better.
• Barry reached for the top wardope and pulled out his concealed 9mm. He held it in his hands watching it, and then took a cloth and started to clean it. Every night he would do the same. This was the nature of his life. As he stared at his pistol, a flash of the past rushed him.
• He had the 9mm in the neck of a thug, digging it's way into him. "Hey, who do you work for motherfucker? I know you were part of the gang that gunned down my friend. So start talking or I'll put this bullets though your head."
• "Fuck you," the man related his curses, "I'm an associate, man-made member, I ain't gon say shit. So fuck you!"
• "Are you ready to die like your buddies here, huh?" Trigger-Happy said glancing at four corpses lying on the pool of their own blood.
• "Boss, let me waste him?" Lucas said, asking for his permission. Before he could grant it, Trigger-Happy had pulled the barrel.
• BAAM!!