Biracial

Chapter 19:

Jaxon in the MM😍

Jaxon.

"Shit."

"Why the fuck?"

"Watch out." I moved Cam off my lap and pulled my shorts on. Whoever the fuck this is about to get punched out for banging on my door like they don' lost they rabbit ass minds.

I jogged down the stairs and to my front door. The banging continued.

"I'M FUCKING COMING!" I swung the door open. "The fuck you want?"

"Just hear me out?"

"Ion have shit to say to you, fuck off my porch."

"Jaxon Demetrius Miller."

"Why y'all name me that uglass name? Bust cuts calling me by my gov."

"I just need to talk to you, son. Please?"

"It's not a good time." I did have a naked ass girlfriend upstairs, and this nigga interrupting.

"Make it one." He said pushing past me.

"Excuse you nigga!?" He just made hisself at home on my damn couch. "I hope yo ass sitting in a cum stain. The fuck you want?"

"Jaxon, I know we don't have the best history, but I've come back to reconcile with you, your sister, and mother."

"You can try that shit with them, I don't want shit to do with you."

"I am your father, and you will respect me."

"No, I won't. I don't respect you, never have."

"What do you mean you never have?"

"The day you thought it was okay to put your hands on my mother, was the day all that shit went out the window."

"You were four!"

"I remember the shit regardless of how old I was! You had my mama walking around with a bruised up face, all because you didn't know how to take your medication without drinking. And for that reason, I would never respect you."

"I'm sorry you and Mariah had to see that, and I'm sorry I put your mother through that. I just hope someday soon, you forgive me." With that, he stood up and walked out. I went to locked the door behind him and sighed as I walked up the stairs.

My father suffered from bipolar disorder and he was on these meds. On top of that, he had a problem with drinking. He would drink heavily from sunup to sundown without a care in the world.

One day my sister and I were watching TV in my room across from my parent's room, and they were arguing. I was four at the time, and my sister, Mariah, was two. I would usually get up and close the door when they argued, but that particular day I didn't. I looked directly in their room and my dad was hovering over my mom, delivering punches to her face and body.

I was scared as hell because no matter how much they argued, he never laid a finger on her.

Doing what my mom always told me to, I called the police. Being as though, the station was blocks away, they still took forever.

By then Mariah had waddled her way into their room and was tapping my mother's face. She wasn't moving. My father was pacing back and forth in the room when I heard the front door fly open, and voices followed by footsteps. They made their way into the room we were in, and called for an ambulance.

My so called father did ten years in prison and was let out on "good behavior". Which I think was absolute bullshit.

Him just showing up here had me livid. I don't understand why now you want to make things right. You shouldn't have put your hands on her, and we wouldn't be in the predicament we're in.

Me and my mom don't see eye to eye all the time, but that woman is my life. If something was to happen to her today, I'm wrecking shit. I don't care who did it, or what caused it. I'm raising hell.

"Babe, come here." Cam called and I walked over to her.

She had put on one of my t-shirts and was sitting up on her knees. I was looking down, and she lifted my head up with her finger.

"Look at me." I opened my eyes to meet hers. "I know that he hurt you when he did that, but you can't hold onto that anger all your life. You have to let go, or your going to turn into him. Sorry and alone. Okay?"

"Yeah, I hear you." She smiled. "Now back to where we were." She laughed as I laid her back and continued where I left off.

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Insight on Mr. Miller.