'Til Death by Dante Tori

feeling about being there. I walked over to Lo and hugged her and Tosh. Culprit came running through the halls. He looked at Lo, and she looked at him. He walked right over to her and hugged her.
                  "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere," Culprit said to her. Lo buried her face in his chest and cried.
                  "Her mom has cancer; she don’t have long to live," Tosh said.
                  "I need you two to come in the room with me," my mom said, while pointing to me and Lo. I didn’t ask any questions.
                  "I’m coming too," Culprit said, while still holding Lo.
                  "Well, all of you might as well come," my mom said. We all followed her, and Ciara grabbed my hand. I didn’t let her go. We walked into Lo’s mom’s room; the woman was so petite and frail that I wanted to cry for Lo. There was a man in the corner that I had never seen before. He was around the same age as my mom, and tall and muscular. He looked at me and at Lo, and put his head down. He had this confidence about him, and I felt like I knew him. Lo sat down next to her mom, and my mom went and stood by the bed.
                  "The truth needs to come out," my mom said. Lo’s mom nodded her head. What the fuck was going on?
                  "Lo, I’m so sorry about everything. You deserve a better mother than me, and I’m so happy that Sheila took you in and treated you as her own," Lo’s mom said. I didn’t even know she knew my mom.
                  "I forgive you; just rest, okay?"
                  "No, because you need to know this before I go."
                  "Know what?" Lo’s mom looked at mine, then at the random man.
                  "Lo, your mother, Lynnda and I used to be best friends a while back," my mom said.
                  "Ok."
                  "I’m not finish. We did everything together, practically inseparable. We had the same taste in men, and that was our downfall. We both fell in love with the same man," my mom said, while looking at the man.
                  "Hold the fuck up," I said, getting angry.
                  "No, Barren, let me finish. We fell in love with the same man. He dated the both of us behind our backs. He married me, but still messed with Lynnda. I found out, and didn’t want to have anything to with Lynnda, especially when I found out she was pregnant around the same time I was, by the same man."
                  "What are you trying to tell me?" Lo said.
                  "This man standing here…his name is Brandon. Brandon Jones . Mrs. Jones’ husband and Boan’s father," Lo’s mom said. Ciara grabbed my hand tighter and began to rub my arm.
                  "So you mean to tell me that Lo’s my . . . and he is . . . " I couldn’t even say the words.
                  "Yes," my mom whispered.
                  "I thought you told me my father died."
                  "He got locked up, and when he got out he tried to see me, but I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him, and I didn't want him to have anything to do with you. I was hurt and bitter. I’m so sorry."
                  "Don’t blame your mother,” Brandon interrupted. "Son, it was my fault."
                  "Naw, don’t talk to me, nigga. All of this is straight bullshit."
                  "Calm down," Ciara whispered to me.
                  "I know you feel betrayed right now," my mom said.
                  "You don’t know how I feel. What about Lo? Y’all tell us this shit on her mother’s death-bed? That’s fucked-up. All y’all are fucked-up ."
                  "Boan, please," Lo said.
    I just walked out. What the fuck just happened?
    Lo
    Culprit drove me home. I