𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐞𝐧.

"Jason put yo fucking jacket on." I yelled at one of my three kids.

"My jacket is on ma." Jason said to me.

I looked down at his bummy ass, I literally need to do better.

"You talking back?" I scrunched my face up.

He shook his head furiously at my question.

"It's quite ain't no back talk." I remarked.

These little hoes knew better.

I was referring to these dirty children.

Honestly i couldn't keep up with them, and was pregnant again.

I was now pregnant with fourth child.

I don't even like kids.

I was sure that Jordan father was gonna be her last baby daddy. He was the only one who I wanted to get pregnant by.

But here i was pregnant, with somebody else kid.

Im trying to pin the baby on Marcus but he knew they weren't his for the simple fact that he been in jail for the last 3 months, and I'm only 2 months.

I had a hunch on who it was, but I refused to believe it.

"RICKY!" I called out to one of my sons.

"What?"

"Don't what me, lil nigga." I mugged him.

He smacked his teeth, and walked out the room.

I practically ran out the room to chase him, I yanked him by his shirt, and look into his eyes.

I could tell he was scared by the look on his face.

"I'm sorry ma!" He cried out.

"Oh so now you sorry bitch?" I asked, tilting my head.

I threw him down, holding a scowl on my face.

He was so scared to move.

"Find some where to go, cause y'all shol ain't staying here. I'm having company."

"Okay." Ricky said.

"I hate it here." I heard him mumble, and walking off to his room.

Like I give a damn. I ain't want him in the first place.

I picked up my ringing phone off my dresser.

I was thirsty as hell, cause I got a new man but he take hours to text back.

I looked over the text and smiled.