#i really do wish somebody was in her corner fr like so bad

[cyarskj1899]

he was preying on her vulnerability and her grief from the start, she going through a horrible time, and he took advantage of her . That is absolutely disgusting and just flat out wicked

[tinybellz-blog]

Brotherly Love

Who →  Tiny Bell & Vince Bell When → December 29th 2016 Where → North Bay Jail Notes → Tiny visits his brother in prison and gets some much needed clarity about his life, past and future.

Vince: was surprised to hear he had another visitor so soon, figuring that Vanessa wouldn’t have wanted to subject herself to all the prison security measures and the environment overall for a second time this month. So when he was being escorted toward the visitor’s area, there was a look of utter confusion on his face. However, it all faded when he saw that the person waiting for him on the other side was not Vanessa--but his brother. He stood silent for a moment, feeling a wave of everything that he’d put them through in the last few months wash over him in an instant. As soon as they uncuffed him he picked up the telephone to speak to his brother. “Wassup lil brother” he spoke, not able to help the grin that took form on his hard features.

Tiny: couldn't help but smile as he saw his brother fr the first time in ages, although his smile faltered slightly when he saw the handcuffs and jumpsuit he had to wear. Vince was always so free and strong to him, like something he could always reach for but never touch. But now he seemed a lot smaller, which made him sad. Still, he put on his best face as he picked up the phone and spoke. "Guess this isn't the best time to ask if this place has a hot tub.", he joked as he tried to went back to what he knew best, easing tension with jokes. He shook his head to get serious once again, "I'm sorry, man. I know I should have been here ages ago, but I just didn't now what to say or how to act. You have every right to be pissed, I know.", he admitted to his brother with a sigh.

Vince: The older male gave a little chuckle, shaking his head. “Even now you crackin’ jokes, huh?” It made him glad to see that none had broken Tiny’s spirit. But he was a tough kid, cut from the same cloth as he was so part of him always knew that if he had to be away from him Tiny had what he needed to make it on his own. But it didn’t make things any less difficult. “Aye it’s iight, this ain’t no place for you anyway” Even if he’d wished he could’ve seen his brother sooner, for his own sake and sanity he knew he had to do things in his own time. “V came by to see me a couple of weeks ago--I’m sure she already filled you in on all that so it ain’t been so lonely up here” He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “How things been? How’s Aunt Viv and them bad ass kids?”

Tiny: couldn't help but shrug his shoulders with a smirk. "Eh, either that or come here with a stick up my ass. It's good to see you though, man. For real." From staring at Vince he knew things had changed him, but Tiny still owed it to Vince to always be himself around him, laughter or no. He might not have been as physically tough as him, but he made up for it in heart. "But still, I wanted to come. I just didn't know what to say, or /if/ I could come. Probation's tricky.", he reasoned with a shake of his head. Lucky for him, probation was the judge taking it easy on him so he wouldn't end up here. His brows furrowed as he mentioned Vanessa visiting. She hadn't told him she had, so the fact that it hadn't come up confused him slightly. "Uh, yeah. She told me. That was pretty cool of her, didn't think she had it in her to make the drive.", he said cooly, not wanting to tip him off about his unsureness. When he started talking about Aunt Viv, his worries went away as he could speak honestly again. "It's been pretty cool. The kids are bad as shit, the girls especially. But Jayden, heh, that dude's something else. He's our cousin for sure. Always trying to be like me and follow me around, kid's cool but it can kinda get on your nerves."

Vince: “How long you got left to serve on that?” he asked in reference to his probation. He was thankful that the judge had cut Tiny a deal with his sentence, but he knew first hand having to report to a P.O. every month could be aggravating to say the very least. Vince nodded in agreement at the mention of Vanessa, “Me neither--or that she’d even want to you know what I’m sayin? But it was good to see her. Real good..” the male trailed off, “Aye never go to jail T, everybody in here is hella deprived aight? Just the sight of a woman can make half these niggas nut” he laughed. As soon as Tiny started talking about the kids Vince shook his head, knowing full well from past holiday gatherings at his Aunt’s house just how bad those little twerps could be. “He still got that biting habit? I told his moms the last time we was over there he getting too big for that shit” Talking about their family was comforting to him, even in this environment it offered a sense of normalcy and reminded him what was waiting for him on the outside. That in itself, was what motivated him to let go of his rebellious nature and start displaying some good behavior with these prison guards. “Hey--can’t be mad at em’ at least now they got somebody cool to look up to..”

Tiny: "It's a year, so til about June. Just in time for the summer. Hopefully Aunt V let's me travel or do something cool as a gift." It was a little annoying having to deal with a P.O, but luckily Jose was understanding towards his situation and cut his some slack when he messed up. Thankfully he hadn't done anything too bad to warrant a visit from a judge just yet. "I'm glad you got to see her, you two were..something else.", Tiny reasoned as he thought back for a moment. Their relationship was messy, but he was always happy for his brother to find happiness, even if it meant putting his own feelings aside. He'd done so much for him, it was the least he could do. He laughed at Vince's remark, waving him off dismissively with his free hand. "No problem. I got no plans on being here and sharing a room with some creep jacking it in the corner or trying to touch my dick.", the younger boy said with a shuddered towards the latter remark. Tiny never envisioned himself as a role model or for someone to copy, a father one day sure, but someone younger looking up to him? It was crazy, since he still felt immature at times. "Nah, he's outta that. Now he's trying to beat me in Madden all the time. I think he wants a mohawk like me, but Uncle James is not having it. I gotta fight to keep mine.", he laughed patting his own hair gently. "I'm a..jock now.", he blurted out. "Once they found out I could throw a football, they slapped a damn Letterman's jacket on me. Crazy shit."

Vince: When Tiny’s body shuddered Vince’s did so simultaneously. His first month or so here he remembered having to fight a few dudes, establishing first and foremost that he was no bitch, and he wasn’t having any of that shit. Moving on to lighter subjects he couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of his little cousin following Tiny around all the time. “Monkey see, monkey do” the male chuckled. “Ah, tell him to lighten up, at least let the kid get a little fade or something.” he said, a finger sweeping at the top of his head, a little more hair having grown there since the last time Tiny saw him. “V told me” he nodded, an apparent approval in his tone. “My man the football star, bet the hoes love that huh?” His thick eyebrow quirked up as he let out a laugh. “Aye--Imma send you a check out of here soon, it’s not gonna be a lot cuz we make like three dollars a day, but I been schoolin’ these niggas in 2k and dice, taking they commissary so it’ll be enough to get you some shoes or some shit as a Christmas present..”

Tiny: rolled his eyes with a grin, his new 'big brother' status seeming like deja vu from his younger days. "Hey, I'm the coolest monkey either of you two know.", he boasted with a grin. He noticed Vince's hair getting thicker, and his mind grew curious about how jail went. He knew about daily showers, but he wasn't sure about how haircuts and free time worked out for him. "Do they cut your hair every week or something or do they give the guy who used to be a barber on the outside a pair of clippers and let him go to work?", he asked his brother. "Uh..something like that.", he said with a small chuckle at his current romantic predicament, if he could even call it that. "Girls are crazy like they've always been. I'm just trying to find that one that's gonna hold me down." He was never like his brother when it came to women, as much of a flirt as he was like Vince, he adored commitment and stable relationships in thanks to Lola earlier in the year. "But I'm pretty good. Getting stronger everyday.", he said with a small flex of his free arm. "Oh dude, I don't want you to do that.", he shook his head as Vince offered him a gift. "Your money's for you when you get out. You don't have to buy me stuff anymore.."

Vince: “Maybe you can really do something with that bro, get a scholarship, play professionally..” Vince said in affirmation, obviously on board with his whole switch to athletics. “You know instead of just doing it in Madden..” Tiny was successful at anything he did thought, which was a trait Vince always wished he possessed. He was a smart kid, musically talented, and now he was making waves with athletics. And honestly, Vince couldn’t be more proud. He ran a hand through his head of hair, “The last one” he replied, knowing full and well that he probably looked mangy as all hell but he honestly didn’t mind it much. As soon as Tiny opened his mouth to protest Vince began to shake his head, refusing to listen. “Nah, you got it. I got plenty of time to make up for it...” He looked up at his brother, “For real T just take it I’ll have plenty more where that came from”

Tiny: "I always thought you wanted me to do like you..keep the family business with you I mean. Stuff like college..I dunno. I've always been good at using my big brain to find new ways to move numbers, you know?" Tiny said with a shrug. It was something never really spoken of or even really on Tiny's mind until last year. As he started gaining a group of friends and finding where his talents lied, he realized he could go far in life if he really wanted to. But leaving his brother behind felt like a betrayal somehow, like he was turning his back on his family and background. "Hey, keep it. You look like Gucci Mane. I just hope when you get out people won't think you're like an alien or something too.", he said with a laugh at his brother's hair. Tiny's brows furrowed as he listened to Vince, "Man, you've done plenty for me already. I owe you my life.", he said honestly. Since he wasn't in the mood to argue, he accepted the offer reluctantly. "Vince, all I want is for you to stay your ass safe and get outta here. The money and shit..they don't mean shit if we can't kick it again like we used to one day."

Vince: shook his head at his brother’s revelation. “Nah T--that shit is good money I ain’t gon’ lie, but that ain’t never been my plan for you to do that forever” The male looked his little brother directly in his eyes. “I did that cause it wasn’t really nothing else I could do. All I knew how to do, all I was good at was serving. But you don’t need that. You can go make something of yourself forreal. Get you a legal job and live up on a house on a hill somewhere with your fine wife and two little kids” Vince’s jaw clenched, knowing this was probably the first time he’d expressed any of this to Tiny. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the Gucci comment, definitely lightening the mood. “Hell yeah--Imma come out talking proper too using words like indubitably and shit” he laughed. Vince had a feeling Tiny would refuse the money, because that’s the type of kid he was but that didn’t mean he was going to stop doing for him. “You’re my brother T, imma always look out for you iight? And we will, don’t even worry about that. I’ll be outta here before you know it.” he assured him, addressing his brother directly. Just then one of the guards tapped his shoulder, his signal to wrap up his visitation. “Aye Imma uh--Imma have to see you a little later T” he said in a low tone, feeling a sharp sadness at the fact that he was being separated from his brother again.

Tiny: felt a little surprised hearing about his brother wanting him to make something of his life. He always wondered, but to know he had his brother's approval to do whatever he wanted to do with his life felt like a huge burden being lifted off his shoulders. "You did what you had to do.", he noted affirmatively. "And you know if you ever need me for any of that stuff, I'll coming running." He would always look out for his brother, no matter how well off he was, he could never turn down helping Vince with whatever he needed. "I'm gonna name one after Pop and call 'em Terrance, my old lady better go for it.", he said with a laugh. "Just a warning, you come out sipping tea at The Dot and speaking like that, I might have to start calling you squeaky clean or something.", Tiny joked as he felt as ease just shooting the breeze with his brother. He still felt a little odd seeing his brother in a place like this, even if it was his friend that put him in here and he'd done things he wasn't too proud of. Despite that, hearing Vince's words made him somewhat hopeful for the future for the both of them, whenever that might be. When their time was up, Tiny frowned, not wanting to part with him just yet. "Ok..", he said quietly and standing up and gathering his coat and things. "Ayy. Keep your head up. I'll be back soon, I promise. Much love, man.", he spoke as he raised his fist to the glass, tapping it so Vince would fist bump it.

Vince: bumped his fist to the glass before standing up and throwing his hands behind his back for them to cuff. Vince could only look at the floor as they walked him back toward his gate. He’d spent a lot of late nights and early mornings grappling with the issue of being away from his life, from his family, but seeing Tiny he felt like he back at square one.

Tiny: could only look as his brother was handcuffed and sent back to his cell. He didn't know what awaited him in a few years or when Vince would get out, but as he headed outside and back to his car, he knew he had a chance to make something of himself and make his family name mean something good for not only his sake, but Vince's as well.