"what's up- woah..." as soon as the door swung open for him, a crying Kamora pulled him into a embrace.
"why...why does life have to be so shitty?" she cried into his chest.
Connie hesitantly wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her tighter against his body. she looked up at him before he slowly undraped his arms from around her, wiping her tears with the pad of his thumbs.
"you're too fucking pretty to cry. stop it." he said softly, pulling her into him once more.
after a few more shed tears, the two finally made it to her couch. Connie looked all over the house, seeing that it was a mess. Kamora didn't even bother to tidy up. Connie pulled out his rolling tray, instantly getting to work.
"bad day?" he asked.
Kamora bit on her nails. "yea... something like that."
Connie got silent for a moment, biting on his lip a bit. "what's up? i'm a great listener."
she chuckled a bit. "my moms she just... no matter how much i try, i cant forget the shit she's done to me. i know she's trying to help me and shit but i literally hate her with everything in me."
"help you...?" Connie spoke.
Kamora sighed. even though she didn't know him, she still wanted to get everything out of her mind that had been haunting her for years.
"i lied, Con. my granny has been dead for years. i've just been drowning in my own fucking sorrow."
Connie was speechless. he didn't know what to say. "i-."
Kamora cut him off. "no, you don't have to say anything. i just wanna say some shit to someone i barely know. you know so i don't get judged or whateva."
Connie put the tray down, making sure all his attention was on the crying girl. "i'm all ears, mama."
"when i was younger, my life was good. i had my ma, my dad, my granny all that shit." she started, Connie's eyes staying fixated on her.
"but my mom always thought i was a weirdo so she took me to a therapist. after a few months, they diagnosed me with a whole bunch of shit and her and my pops would get into it because she never really liked me after that."
"after that shit, my life was kind of normal until my baby sister was born. i love her, love her with my heart but it was her being born that really fucked shit up. it wasn't her fault of course, she didn't ask to be fucking born. but my ma was fucking around with other niggas and she found out my pops wasn't the father."
"fuck...." Connie muttered under his breath.
Kamora fiddled with her fingers. "when my pops found out, he was heated. nigga threw stuff and put his hands on my ma. i didn't give a fuck though because the bitch had it coming. i got my anger issues from him, and she knew that. but she still decided to fuck with his feelings anyways."
"so they got a divorce. i was still close to my pops but i hated how we had to live in separate households. i wanted them to be together like the good ole times, but at the same time, i didn't want my pops to be unhappy with a bitch who did him grimy."
