The Silent Wolf

I often see my blood ties as a wolf pack. I've made my moves and proven countless times I'm not only the Alpha of my immediate family, but the Apex across all blood ties. Relevant to the chief of a tribe I suppose. I think if there is one person out there that will understand this, it's probably @eaglespirit. Some people may not quite grasp what I'm going to divulge here as it is hard to fully grip if you don't operate the same way or haven't had any of the same experiences I have in my life. Yesterday, I had to go see about about my sister. Many of the wolves in my family have been crying and howling for her these past six months, and for good reasons too.

She had it good growing up, no lack of want, and maybe that was the problem. She tried to find a way to rebel and sunk into the trap of 'the hood'. She finds it a way of life now; to be a thief, deal drugs, and worst of all, do the drugs she is selling. The family was crying about her welfare and the fact that she is a mother of three, does not make her choices suited to raising those children. I was asked to step in and see if there was anything that could be done. It gets cold in the part of the neighborhood she chose to be in, so I strapped up with a couple heaters and made my way to East Ridge, a suburb of Chattanooga.

Prior to her finding herself in her present affairs, she was up here where I could keep an eye on her. People with addictive personalities need help, even when they won't admit it. Instead of coming to me one night for assistance, she packed up the kids and hightailed it back to her ex-husband who kicked her out and kept the kids. The local fam down there thought it was a good idea to call DCS and they both got the kids taken away. Their father is no better, and by chance, the kids were returned to him which I am angrily thankful for because now they aren't lost 'in the system'. But is it any better for them to grow up abused, neglected and with hungry bellies? Either way, their mother did not care enough to straighten up and make the hard choices.

I really thought my days of putting down rabid dogs was over. But yesterday, was one of those days. I finally caught up to her at a shitty little laundromat where her truck was broke down and she had wet clothes hanging all over the hood, doors and windows. She was very surprised to see me and asked how I found her. I have my sources. We talked, she got a hug, she cried for about an hour and the typical addict personality that blames others for their predicaments reared its ugly head. I wasn't very nice after the pleasantries of reacquainting. This was third time I had to go find her. Last time I go out of my way for her too. Her piece of shit abusive boyfriend was apparently on his way to fetch the stolen goods in the truck. I waited for two hours and his lame ass never showed up. Which is good, I told her I didn't want things to get messy, and she knows I clean things up pretty up well.

But I couldn't make her drink. Somewhere in the 80 pound, bruised and beaten, meth-boil ridden body, her heart have to had heard me. I lectured her on choices, and how she is the only one to blame for anything, which made her cry again. I preached to her about her kids and how they must perceive her, because they aren't getting any younger. Your daughter is 8 now, she knows what drugs are and knows you chose to be the way you are by your own volition instead of choosing to 'grow-up' and be responsible for them.

Sometime in that 3 hour fiasco, somebody had called the police. My suspicion is it was her delusional boyfriend trying to get her popped for the jacked pieces. Was odd, they pulled up, stopped, looked at me, nodded, looked away, and drove off. All black business get-up, fedora, mirror shades and an aura of 'I got this', must have changed their minds about making my day more difficult than it already was. I just hope something I said resonated. I left her in her misery and refused to give her any money for obvious reasons.

It is a sad situation she has placed herself in. I tried the best I could to get her to cut her losses and let me get her the help she needs. I really don't understand it. I've been in some shit, no lie, and I guarantee, I had it worse than she ever did. All of her kids are healthy and breathing. Try having one die on you Sis! The fuck, you think you the only one that ever had anything bad happen in your life? You are the maker and creator of your destiny. As I am mine. I have chosen a different path, I hope you do the same. So, this is why I was nowhere to be found yesterday. I had some 'real' things to do. STeeM oN my peoples!