Afternoon! (emoji kiss)
It was now noon and after waiting ten minutes without a reply, I decided to head to Cuthbert, and make a surprise visit at Debra’s house. Throwing on my Air Max, I went to grab my necklace out of the drawer on the nightstand and stumbled across Mega’s gun. I smiled at the idea that immediately popped in my head as soon as I saw the gun. If I couldn’t get my mom to talk rationally, then I’m sure this nine millimeter would.
I picked it up and analyzed it for a few seconds. I had no idea how to use a gun, but I was sure I could manage. I found the safety button and made sure that it was on, because I didn’t need any accidents happening. My luck was so bad these days that I would fuck around and shoot my damn self, trying to scare somebody else. I placed it inside of my pink Marc Jacobs bag, grabbed my keys and left my apartment. When I jumped on the highway a message from Wesley came to my phone.
WESLEY: What are you doing, beautiful?
Instead of replying to his message, I put the phone back down. There was no way I could tell him what I was actually doing, which was heading to Cuthbert to pull a gun out on my mama. That didn’t sound right at all. He would think I’ma damn lunatic.
*****
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
Five minutes had passed and I had been standing outside of my mom’s door banging like crazy. I knew she was in there because I could hear voice over powering Beyoncé’s as she sang “Single Ladies”. As bad as I hated to say it, Debra could sing her ass off. That’s where I got my voice from, but no one ever knew I could sing. Hell, she didn’t even know that I could. When I was younger, I would record myself singing on my tape recorder that I had gotten for Christmas and I would play it back just to listen to myself. I was way too shy to let anyone else hear me sing. I was about to start banging again until she swung the door open, looking halfway decent.
“QUIT BANGING ON MY GOT DAMN DOOR!” she yelled but a smirked spread across her face when she realized that it was me. She blew the cigarette smoke out of her mouth and then her nostrils. I walked right past her and to my surprise, she didn’t try to stop me. I couldn’t believe the way her placed looked. Then again, I could. It looked like Hurricane Katrina had reappeared and took place in her home only.
“First, let me just say that I didn’t come over here to start no shit with you aight. I came to speak my peace and get some information from you, that’s all. I’m not gonna ask you why you fucked my husband and had a baby by him because I already know the answer to that,” I told her.
“And what’s the answer?” She toked on the cigarette again and blew the smoke out directly in my face. Strike one bitch!
“Cause you’re a pathetic, selfish bitch!” I don’t know where that came from. My intentions were to act civil unless she gave me a hard time, but looking at her and thinking about what she had done, made me want to fuck her up because of the principle. You just don’t do no shit like that!
“Listen you lil smut, I am still your mom! I gave birth to you and you will not disrespect me up in my own shit,” she pointer her finger at me as she walked up on me. Strike two bitch!
Lord please forgive me if I have to beat my mama’s ass today!
“You’re a fucking disgrace. A bitch like you shouldn’t be able to give birth to any child! There’s people out there that can’t even have kids, yet your grimy ass don’t mind popping them out, leaving them to care for themselves! And you don’t even give a damn about who puts one in you either.
It was now noon and after waiting ten minutes without a reply, I decided to head to Cuthbert, and make a surprise visit at Debra’s house. Throwing on my Air Max, I went to grab my necklace out of the drawer on the nightstand and stumbled across Mega’s gun. I smiled at the idea that immediately popped in my head as soon as I saw the gun. If I couldn’t get my mom to talk rationally, then I’m sure this nine millimeter would.
I picked it up and analyzed it for a few seconds. I had no idea how to use a gun, but I was sure I could manage. I found the safety button and made sure that it was on, because I didn’t need any accidents happening. My luck was so bad these days that I would fuck around and shoot my damn self, trying to scare somebody else. I placed it inside of my pink Marc Jacobs bag, grabbed my keys and left my apartment. When I jumped on the highway a message from Wesley came to my phone.
WESLEY: What are you doing, beautiful?
Instead of replying to his message, I put the phone back down. There was no way I could tell him what I was actually doing, which was heading to Cuthbert to pull a gun out on my mama. That didn’t sound right at all. He would think I’ma damn lunatic.
*****
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
Five minutes had passed and I had been standing outside of my mom’s door banging like crazy. I knew she was in there because I could hear voice over powering Beyoncé’s as she sang “Single Ladies”. As bad as I hated to say it, Debra could sing her ass off. That’s where I got my voice from, but no one ever knew I could sing. Hell, she didn’t even know that I could. When I was younger, I would record myself singing on my tape recorder that I had gotten for Christmas and I would play it back just to listen to myself. I was way too shy to let anyone else hear me sing. I was about to start banging again until she swung the door open, looking halfway decent.
“QUIT BANGING ON MY GOT DAMN DOOR!” she yelled but a smirked spread across her face when she realized that it was me. She blew the cigarette smoke out of her mouth and then her nostrils. I walked right past her and to my surprise, she didn’t try to stop me. I couldn’t believe the way her placed looked. Then again, I could. It looked like Hurricane Katrina had reappeared and took place in her home only.
“First, let me just say that I didn’t come over here to start no shit with you aight. I came to speak my peace and get some information from you, that’s all. I’m not gonna ask you why you fucked my husband and had a baby by him because I already know the answer to that,” I told her.
“And what’s the answer?” She toked on the cigarette again and blew the smoke out directly in my face. Strike one bitch!
“Cause you’re a pathetic, selfish bitch!” I don’t know where that came from. My intentions were to act civil unless she gave me a hard time, but looking at her and thinking about what she had done, made me want to fuck her up because of the principle. You just don’t do no shit like that!
“Listen you lil smut, I am still your mom! I gave birth to you and you will not disrespect me up in my own shit,” she pointer her finger at me as she walked up on me. Strike two bitch!
Lord please forgive me if I have to beat my mama’s ass today!
“You’re a fucking disgrace. A bitch like you shouldn’t be able to give birth to any child! There’s people out there that can’t even have kids, yet your grimy ass don’t mind popping them out, leaving them to care for themselves! And you don’t even give a damn about who puts one in you either.
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