Enough Of The Drama

Enough Of The Drama by P. Dotson

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him since the day he was born. He only went to daycare part time just so he could get a feel of being around other kids. Cassidy took him to school and picked him up from school. She attended every single class trip and PTA meeting faithfully. She took her job as a mother and housewife seriously. As she looked into her sons eyes she realized just because she’d been stripped of her duties as a housewife didn’t mean she had to stop being a mother.
       “It’s gon’ be a’ight mom you don’t have to worry about it. I will take care of you.”
       Cassidy smiled and cupped his face before planting a kiss on his cheek. He scrunched his nose and slyly wiped his cheek. She laughed. “Come on baby, let’s go.”
       “Do I have to go back to Dad’s?”
       “No, baby, not if you don’t want too. Besides we have a lot to talk about though until mom figures out what she is going to do. So how about lunch?”
       “I’m down for that.”
       Cassidy smiled at her little man. He was a little taller than she was. “But, I am going to call him and let him know that you are with me, okay.”
       “Cool,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
       China stood aside in awe as she watched her sister and nephew. She knew Cassidy still had a long road ahead of her but it seemed Cassidy was finally making an effort to move on with her life. China engaged them all in a group hug and kissed Junior on the cheek.
       “Aunt China, please make sure you don’t do that in public,” he said wiping his face.
       “I won’t,” China laughed.
       “Okay are you ready handsome?” Cassidy asked quickly putting on her coat. He nodded his head yes. “China you are more than welcomed to join us.”
       “Nah, y’all have a lot to talk about. I’ll make sure to join y’all next time. And can you please do me a favor?”
       “Anything.”
       “Can you please get a make over? Do you have anything other than sweat shirts and sweat pants? Who wears flats with sweat pants? Where they do that at? And your hair you like you’re still stuck in the eighties or nineties wearing that big ass hair.”
       “Yeah Ma she is right,” Junior chimmed in.
       “Shut-up boy, nobody asked you anything. I don’t care what y’all think, I look good.”
       “The only thing you do got going for you is your looks. I mean you look good, just boring,” China said trying to put it nicely.
       “Whatever, I’m leaving. I’ll call you later. Come on Junior.”
       “Bye Auntie,” Junior said giving her a hug.
       “Love you,” Cassidy yelled over her shoulder.
       “Love you too,” China yelled.

Chapter 11
       Knock! Knock!
       “What? Did y’all forget something?” China asked swinging the door wide open. When she realized it wasn’t Cassidy and Junior she quickly, tried to close the door but he was too strong and determined. They struggled for a few seconds until he finally gave her door a hard shove causing China to stumble against the wall.
       “You won’t get rid of me that easy,” he panted a little out of breath.
       “What the fuck you want Clay?” China snapped.
       “We need to talk.”
       China smacked her lips. “Nigga we ain’t got shit to talk about. Now it’s time for you to leave or else there will be repercussions.”
       Clay laughed, “Still got that slick ass tongue I see.”
       “That ain’t the only thing that’s slick. I can get slick wit these hands too and you gon’ find out real soon if you don’t get up out of my house.”
       “Look, do what you gotta do, but I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”
       China breathed hard. “Clay you really trying my patience,” she said gritting her teeth and balling up her fist. Seeing Clay up this close and personal got her adrenaline pumping. She thought she’d seen the last of him at the club; it was obvious he didn’t get the message the first time.
       “Why are you bein’ so damn

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