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Ambree Tiara West
3 weeks later
"That's nasty, Bree." My mom said looking at me devouring my peanut butter and carrots. I just stared at her, scrolling through my phone. "You've been so stingy lately. You have anything you want to talk about?" She asked me placing a hang on my back, and I tensed.
I have a lot I want to tell her, I haven't been feeling like myself lately and it's crazy.
I placed my phone on the table, right in front of me. "Okay, so." I started, twiddling my fingers around one another, my mom rubbed my back in a circular motion. My eyes began to water, the whole feeling of telling my mom I had sex and didn't use protection is nerve-wracking.
"Well, you know my friend I told you about?" I asked and she cocked her head. "The new one? Ummmm, Damon!" She snapped and I nodded, she continued to rub my back. "What happened to him?" She asked me.
"We, um. We had, the thing." I said motioning my hands, rushing her to catch on to what I'm saying. I know I talk wild with my friends, but not my mother. I won't be raised like that. My mom shook her head, understandingly.
"You had sex?" She asked me, and I nodded slowly keeping my eyes on my fingers. "Well, did you not want to or something? Why are you sad?" She asked me and I shrugged. "I wasn't thinking straight, but lately I been feeling weird, ma." I explained shaking my leg in frustration.
"Wym?" She asked me and I shrugged. "He didn't use protection," I mumbled, and my mama stood up, and when I tell you sis was HOT.
"You was fucking niggas in this house, and didn't even use protection? Is you pregnant?" She asked me, she hit her fist against her palm when she spoke. I looked up at her, watching her tantrum. If I was a mama and my child told me this stuff too, I'd be triggered.
"Mama, Ion know! I just been sick, and I don't like eating one day, then can't stop the next."
My mom grabbed my arm pulling me up. "Yo, what you doinggg?" I asked and she made me follow her upstairs. "You taking this damn test. And best pray you not pregnant. You are seventeen turning eighteen soon. You young as hell."
She dug in the bathroom cabinet, grabbing a pregnancy test and shoving it in my hands. "Do this shit, and give it to me afterward." She said and I nodded. I respect my mama, but this whole attitude gonna have to go. She ain't never acted like this before.
"Igh man." I snatched my arm from her, and she raised her eyebrows. "Act like you wanna get beat the fuck up if you want to, Ambree." She slammed the bathroom door behind her, and I sighed.
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"AMBREE TIARA MOTHERFUCKING WEST!" My mom screamed from downstairs, and my heart dropped. I gave her the test she told me to take like fifteen minutes ago.
"Bitch omg," Princess said on facetime, and I put my finger to my lips hushing her. She raised her hands in defense, brushing her hair out, and fixing her cheer outfit.
"Coming!" I yelled back, rushing downstairs like there was no tomorrow. " My mom held the test in her hand, and her hand rested on her hip as she tapped her foot. "Your fucking pregnant," Mama said, and my eyes watered.
She slammed the test on the floor and started swinging on me, and Princess was screaming on the phone for her to stop.
"You little whore!" My mom said with a fistful of my hair. "Ma, let me the fuck go. I'm deadass finna swing on you." I yelled pushing her off me, and she looked shocked. "OH! I knew you are not capable of being a MOTHER! You already excited to get in a fucking fight." She pushed me back, and I started to cry,
"Why is you being mean?! You were all supportive thirty minutes- you know what? NEVERMIND! Imma be late for school." I fanned her off, turning on my heel to go to my room.
"Pack your shit while you up there. You not being grown in this house." She said and I turned to look at her, and boyyy my blood was so mfn hot.
"Oh fr? First patience and now me, right? Fine!" I screamed, and my mama came running at me, and I was ready to fight this time. She slapped me in my face, and I swung on her and we started falling on the floor. She was pounding me, and I pounded her.
"FUCK YOU!" She screamed at me, and I sobbed, pulling myself from her. What I look like fighting my mother? I looked at her one last time, before running upstairs and grabbing random clothes and all my cheer outfits.
"This shit dead asf." I cried, wiping my eyes. "Yoo, who you pregnant by?" Princess asked and I mugged her through the screen. "Bitch, I just got kicked out of my HOME and you wondering who my fucking baby daddy is? That shit weird." I said, throwing my makeup in my cheer bag. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't be stressing, cause you know you can stay with me. And you got hella money from yo fancy-ass business, we can find you an apartment."
Princess cheesed, and it made me feel a little better. "So, I can stay with you?" I asked her and she rolled her eyes. "Aint you always at my house anyways?" She laughed and I did too. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" My mama yelled from downstairs, and I smacked my teeth, throwing my bookbag over my shoulder, and grabbing my cheer bag that had my clothes and makeup and stuff in it.
I grabbed my car keys and casually went downstairs. "Bye, mommy!" My mama stays trying to be funny, but she making me mad, no hot shit. My sleepy-ass dad came out of his room, yawning and observing his surroundings.
"If I hear you yelling at my child to leave MY home again, you gonna find your way out." He said mugging my mama, and I felt my eyes water. I hung up on facetime with Princess. "So, if I'm hearing correctly, you're pregnant?" He asked me, digging his hands in his pajama pockets and I nodded. He shook his head with a small smirk.
"Well, your mom is thirty-two. You know that, Smoov. So how old you think she was when she had you, baby?" He asked me and my eyes widened, and I grew furious. "You was pregnant the same age I was, and kicking me OUT? You hypocritical, mental, bullshitting ass bi-" I ran about to swing, and my dad grabbed me.
"CHILL THE FUCK OUT!" He yelled at me, and I cried out of anger. "Nah! She has been my best friend ALL MY LIFE and now she clowning me!" I screamed, and my mom looked down crossing her arms and shaking her head.
"Ambree, get in your fucking car and go to school. I best see you back here later on." He directed and I smacked my teeth, and stormed out the house.
I heard them yelling when I closed the door, but how could she do that to me? I would've been GONE if daddy wouldn't have woken up, but I'm so heated, I just can't deal.
I got in my car slamming the door, and sped off and face timed Princess, propping my phone in the phone holder that was stuck on the windshield. I heard the connecting sound and saw a worried Ebony. "GIRLLLUHHH, where tf you at?" She put Jaymac and Daedae on the phone. I mugged the camera.
YES, I HAVE AN ATTITUDE, and when I have an attitude, everybody receives hell. I DON'T CARE.
"No. He not kicking it with us no more." I plainly said, looking at the road and Daedae laughed. "What I do?" He asked and Jaymac laughed. "Yo, he was just all up in Bunny's face he was already with the wrong group. Ion want it." I said hanging up.
That manwhore got me high then got me pregnant. I am going to have a whole child, like what?
