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After we had finished smoking I dropped him back off at the school so he could take his car home and do what he wanted.

This lead to me driving home waiting for Amara to call me so I could ask her about what I had seen. Amara always seemed like the innocent, respectful type while I was always the rude one.

Although I don't know if you could count my behavior as rude, she was the one who kept everything in order.

I wouldn't have expected for her to be trained like that, or even at all. I still don't know that it's her so I'll keep my judgement to myself.

She's at an age where she knows what she's doing so if she likes it I love it.

For something so small I wouldn't stop talking to her.

I had finally pulled up to the house to see both my mom and dads car there.

I pulled into the driveway and cut the car off before getting out, making my way to the door. I unlocked it and stepped in, taking in the aroma of food.

"Whatchu cookin'," I asked walking up behind my mom.

"Everything, girl I'm tied. Finna call yo daddy down here to finish. It's some sweet potatoes, collard greens, its some turkey legs cooking now and after that its jus the cornbread," she said sitting at the island.

"You making jiffy mix," I asked looking in the pots.

"No you gon have to eat regular cornbread, we got company."

"I knew you ain't love me, you ain't never cooked like this without it being company," I joked.

"Girl go sit down somewhere, the food should be done in the next hour," she said before calling my daddy downstairs.

I went upstairs stripping out of my clothes deciding to take a shower before my nap.

After I had finished cleaning myself I went into my room to get dressed and lay down. I pulled my drawer open and pulled out a super oversized shirt out and threw it on, not putting on underwear.

I pulled my covers back and plugged my phone up to charge before reaching for the remote and turning on Netflix to watch Stranger Things for background noise.

I laid down and thought about how long my anger would leave this time, I thought about who I would kill next.

As I was laying down, I saw a familiar figure in the corner.

I turned over onto my side and begged for sleep, I didn't want to deal with this yet. Not today or tomorrow.

I wanted it to go away.

"Now why would I do that", it spoke.

"Because you want me to be better," I whispered, not even believing the words myself.

My dad said it would go away, he's never lied to me.

"Apparently he has.. I'm still alive and well."

"No you not, you not even here," I felt my face getting hot.

I pulled the covers back going to my drawer and pulling on some biker shorts before going downstairs where my dad was supposed to be.

It was that or talk to air.

"I'm real, I just want to help you," It tried to reason with me.

"Daddy," I called hoping for a response.

"Hmm," he sat at the island drinking a beer, watching the food.

I walked into the kitchen and stood across from him.

"Daddy you said it would go away," I squinted my eyes confused.

Again spotting the figure seated next to my dad.

"It will," he responded.

"When," he finally looked up at me and saw how red my face was.

Because of my complexion it was concerning, even for me. I was dark enough to the point where you couldn't even see a bruise form.

He sighed before speaking again, "Ion know baby."

He didn't know about my killing, if he did he would probably go crazy. He didn't want that for me.

He didn't want what happened to him to happen to me as well.

I wanted to keep my sanity but it was getting harder and harder.

As I was about to speak again I saw my mother walking down the stairs from my spot in the kitchen, her face that held a mug for me instantly changing when she stepped in beside my dad.

"What time did they say they were gonna be here again," she asked with her hand on her shoulder.

"About seven, seven thirty."

"That's only about an hour from now, Zee can you straighten up, make sure yo room clean and stuff," she asked.

"They not gon' be in my room, it don't matter," I responded squinting at her before my dad spoke.

"Go straighten up that room and make sure the house look presentable."

"You got a wife right there tell her to do it," I challenged.

I didn't even know about company until no more than an hour ago, if the preparations for them to be here weren't done before she started cooking it definitely wasn't going to happen now.

She does this on purpose.

"You're the child, I'm the parent. Go do what I said Zareli," my mom said.

"No, thank you," I walked into the living room heading for the stairs before I felt something heavy hit me in the back of the head.

"Do what I said Zareli, ain't nobody finna kiss yo ass for you to do nothing," she yelled.

I looked down and saw it was the house phone that she threw. I picked it up and chucked it at the wall hoping to break it.

"Awe," I responded still going upstairs.

Her facade had finally started to crack and here she was again, just when I thought we were getting better.

The real uncut her, the one that didn't try to make it seem like we were the perfect black family.

Yet even in her true state, she couldn't admit her wrongs. I hated it here.