15. Praise #2
“If you do that momma, I will cut you off financially. I love you to death, but you don’t get to dictate how my child would be cared for.
I agreed to see your fucking doctor, I still take those fucking pills you forced me to take!
I do a lot of things you say for my own peace and sanity but I will not let you dangle my daughter over me! ”
My chest heaved up and down as anger filled me up. Lately I was on edge, I tried my hardest to stay in control but people were pressing all of my buttons. You know she don’t love us like she does that bitch ass brother of yours you need to cut her the fuck off too.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEAST!”
I stood to my own two feet and started to pace. That voice Beast never spoke ill of my mom. I wouldn’t let that happen.
“Let him come on out! Let him tell me what the fuck he has to say! That I’m only looking out for your best interest!
” She screamed at the top of her lungs. My chest started to hurt and I fought like hell to keep him at bay.
I didn’t want to take a back seat to Beast but he made it harder than ever like the last time.
Everything went black. Then it felt like I was stuck in a dream watching my mom eyes go in shock.
“You want to hear from me well here the fuck I am lady!”
I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was a kid.
My mom was just like half of these other gold-digging bitches not giving a fuck about nothing but that almighty dollar.
Praise controlled me for far too long and one thing I could agree to was that we were one.
Praise despised his own self so much it split us into two.
I was always there, and we used to move as one.
Until this selfish bitch in front of me start pushing all types of pills down my throat.
She used to even slip sleeping pills and liquid and my juice at night.
All that catering to Michael's bitch ass is what turned him into a pussy.
I loved my mom to a certain extent, like her giving birth and creating me.
She took care of me until I start taking care of her and Michael's ass at a young age. She still had the nerve to look down on me and talk to me any kind of way. Like I wasn’t human like I was some nut case.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way!”
Her voice shook and for the first time, I saw fear in my mom’s eyes. Praise desperately tried to take back over, that was just too damn bad. Until he realized that we were one and he needed to realize that how I felt mattered, I refused to go anywhere.
“Look ma! You wanted me so here the fuck I go! I ain't as nice as Praise and you damn sure ain't gon’ speak to me fucked up when I pay all the bills in this bitch! It takes respect to get respect so when you got that for me, I’ll return the mu fucking favor.”
I picked up her pack of cigarettes took out one and sparked it. I’ve been craving one for the longest.
“Beast?” she asked looking at me like I was a fucking science project.
“In the fucking flesh.”
I gave her a crooked smile as she held her chest, I mocked her, fake holding my own chest. It disgusted me how much foul shit Praise overlooked with this family and the people he kept around him. Wasn’t shit getting past me though.
“You did me foul growing up and you know it, see Praise overlooks that shit but I never did. I don’t forgive and I never fucking forget!
The way you raised Michael is the mere reason why he is such a pussy ass nigga!
He keeps showing me he’s incapable I’m going to kill him just like I plan on killing Laquanna’s musty mouth ass! ”
“Get out of my house and come back when you are better Praise!”
I laughed as my phone alerted me. Before opening the text, I looked her dead in her eyes.
“This ain't Praise Ma, he trying his hardest to come back to the forefront. It's best for him to ride the back seat for a while. I need to straighten all this shit out for him.”
“Michael loves you. Y’all are blood brothers! You know he looks up to you!”
“No, he doesn’t. That pussy nigga envies me, his heart is laced with greed Ma.”
I let her ramble and try to attempt to talk sense into me.
I opened the message and couldn’t be surprised at what I had already assumed.
The punk motherfuckers didn’t realize that they signed off their own death wishes.
The video disgusted me; I don’t even think disgust was the perfect word to describe the way I was feeling.
The video was forty seconds too long. It started with Laquanna smiling in front of the camera she fake modeled the lingerie that she once wore for me.
When she stepped out of the camera's view, I saw my blood fucking brother getting fucked by my close friend Gunna. A niggas heart almost stopped, I never expected Gunna to be on no gay shit. Teflon’s head was between Nia’s legs as she leaned her head back in ecstasy.
Laquanna got on top of Nia’s face and started popping her pussy on her face.
I felt pain inside of me from the betrayal, I knew that had to of been Praise soft ass emotions affecting me.