Darnell Monologue

“You tell me Darnell.” I know I’m sparking up an argument, but I finally get the courage to say he’s real name. The name Darnell sound so new to me. It feels as though he was now a stranger to me. Eli stiffens hard, and he’s hand form into a fist. His eyebrows shot up in shock as if I said I was a man and not a woman. Eli lips tighten and he shake he’s head ready to say something.
“Ashanti, don’t start here in my momma house.” He says staring at me with no emotions running through his eyes. Oh, yeah, I definitely spark him up.
“Why? Your mom asked me question thinking I really know you. She used your real name thinking I already knew. When she asked me if I knew your real name, it hurt me because I had to take a wild guess!” I half yell at
I knew my brother was into the world that I’m in now. He was first to get into the trap world, he never let me touch anything that he brought home. I never question it, because he helped paid my school and the bills. You can say he took the role of our father. Countless night, this nigga use to bring thousands of cash in a duffle bag talking about he had earned this. He would give my mother five hundred every two weeks, because he didn’t want her knowing exactly what he was doing. My mom of course, confronted him about the money, but when our house at the time was about to get taken away from the bank, my mother couldn’t say shit when my brother wanted to move us to a better area, which is this house we in now.” Eli said as I came to sit next to him on he’s bed.
“Elijah was the talk of the street. Whenever we’ll go out the girls would just follow us, the niggas would be hating us. People wanted to hang with us so bad you know? Elijah wanted me to finish my school, I wanted to be a cop, I don’t know exactly why, but I wanted to help people a lot and be a hero. When Elijah paid for my school and said go become a cop I couldn’t turn the offer down.”
“Wait, you finish school?” I said cutting him