Really, Nothing.

Who is this bitch? "How's your mom?" Oh, I remembered. "Is she still as useless as she was when it came to making you?" He laughed at himself because, well, no one else was gonna.

"I own this place. I refuse service. Get out." His fake smile melted into a pout.

"You don't have to be so cold and lifeless like your dad." He's as lame as ever, hanging onto his peak at high school prom. It's more like a cliff with a very immediate drop and he's still hanging onto it by a finger, tch.

"Has it fallen off yet or are you still sticking it into everything that moves hoping it'll get eaten one of these lucky days?"Don't get me wrong. I never had the intention to deescalate.

"Quite chipper aren't you? Considering how bad business has gotten since you decided you're too good to work for your family. How's my city treating traitorous shit like you and your bitches?" He kicked a chair into its matching table, as if it wasn't already pushed in properly.

"My girlfriends? Don't be afraid to use the word just because you can't have any yourself. We're doing fine. They make lots of money entertaining, drugging, and stealing from your boys. Thanks to the pinch you put us in, we're been able to focus solely on robbing your shit blind all the time." I threw a glass of water at him. Cup and all.

"You say that but you haven't killed any of them. As if you could do all that and not nab a few." He pulled out his sticky little revolver from the front of his pants.

"Not even a proper holder or even a pocket. You just tuck it between your legs and grip it so it stays. What, do you spread your legs to-" He let off two rounds.

"I'm not into that, but your mom is."

"You talk a lot about her for someone who used her and threw her away like she didn't give you everything meaningful youve ever had in life." Luckily, he aimed his bullets in my precious flooring. Downstairs neighbors are fine if they're quiet.

"And without me, what does she have that's worth anything. A sellout gay son who can't run a coffehouse and a dumbass daughter who'll be a mom before she's twenty?" Not there.

"Not Vero." I warned and pulled my iron out. Ready.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" he asked me. "Fucking nothing."

And I nodded and said, "Yeah, nothing." And that's what happened. I did nothing, and a whole lot of it.

I did a lot of nothing to his kneecaps, nothing to his shoulders. I reloaded and did nothing to his foot that he used to stomp my mother's head into the ground and break my sister's ribs. I did nothing to his wrist that he hit me with every wednesday while I was in school. I did nothing to his greasy, fat fingers that pilfered bills and pills every time he grazed them. I did nothing, a whole lot of nothing, so what happened? Nothing :)