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"Sincere I do not give a fuck, tell your son to get out my house!!" Alana raised her voice, whilst throwing her son's belongings on the porch. "Calm tf down Lana, he bout to set things straight" Sincere barked back, "Like I said, I could give two shits, all that boy do is smoke, gang bang or lay all day on his damn ass! I try and be there for him, motivate him like a mother should because I love him with every ounce of blood in me but today is the last straw. That boy disrespected me by putting his handssss on ME? Hell no, I want him out!!!!" Alana shouted with her front door wide open, alerting nearby neighbours.

Saint sat at the bottom of the stairs, dripped in designer, high as hell, watching as his mom threw his belongings out.

He ain mean to hit her, he was clouded by anger after seeing her flush all his weed down the toilet. He apologised straight up! he couldn't believe he did that, he loved his mother more than anything in this world. Alana called his pop momentarily and went off, half of his belongings were out on their front yard as of now.

"SAINT, comere! Fuck you doin puttin yo hands on yo ma fa nig!!" Sincere yelled, mad as hell from the phone held on speaker in Alana's palm. Saint immediately got off the stairs. "If that boy comes near me Sincere I'm beating his ass no joke" Alana swore, pausing Saint's steps. Alana shook her head as she looked at her son, "Sincere if you could see him right now, he's not even here, I don't even know what the fuck he's on, it's definitely not weed, I flushed all that shit down the drain. What you on Amere? Crack? Meth? Heroin? Percs? What huh!" Alana paced up to her son, stopping in front of him getting all in his face.

"Ma....ion kno. I was conked out before, during and after ma boy gave me sum" Saint mumbled, Alana shook her head, her rage ceasing, now she was just plain old disappointed. This wasn't who she thought she'd raise. She had a good son, the son she has now was covered in tatts, had bruises and scars all on his knockles, no ambition, a high school dropout and a crackhead all by the age of eighteen and she had no one to blame but his father.

"Sincere I blame you" Alana said bitterly into the phone, heated tears forming in her eyes.
"Me? I ain talk to y'all in a month? you ain think ta give me updates on ma fuckin son?? not knowin him not callin me to tell me shit is cah he fucked up like this?! You'n think if I was there this shit would happen?!!"

"THAT'S THE POINT, YOU'RE NOT FUCKIN HERE SINCERE!!!" Alana shouted in pure rage. "Oh so you wanna pull that shi on me, after what eighteen years of being locked up cah of you?"

"Cause of me? I didn't not tell you to kill a billion other people, Rio being one of them okay?!" Alana snapped back. "Oh so it's like that? You gone blame ma fuckin son turnin out like this because I'm not physically there? Bitch you know I'm a good ass father, I'm more present than any other father locked up, yo ass physically there and can't even do shit right! fuck outta my face Alana and give the phone to ma damn son"

"Sincere FUCK YOU" Alana said before ending the phone call and throwing it at the wall, past Saint's head. He flinched just in time.

"Get out. Until your clean off that shit, you don't belong here Amere" Alana said calmly before making her way up the stairs. The neighbouring doors watched Saint pick up his belongings and placed them into a plastic bag.

Too stoned to have an ounce of worry in his body, he just got up and followed his ma's words and left.

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