Toxic

Chapter Six

Phillips, Domonic

The slap that landed on my cheek stung from the heat of my mothers hand.

"You did what, Domonic?"

I chuckled, rubbing up and down on my cheek. I found it funny that she put her hands on me, it was always like this, she would be so addicted to the fast life that she could care less about me, making me glad for certain things.

I was glad that I didn't have a sister or a brother, that It was just me waiting to get out of this hell hole and I was also glad I would be moving into my own shit soon.

"I was their with her, ma, I don't see what's the big deal. I brought back the news you wanted, and I ki--"

"That isn't what this is about-she paused. "It's about the fact you find this okay, because it isn't. You should've texted us or called us as soon as you seen that little bitch there. Sometimes I don't even know why I had your ass."

I laughed aloud and shook my head as I bumped her trying to leave and go around her to get my key off the key rack by the door, since we were in the living room, but she latched her small hand around my wrist.

"Where do you think your going, Domonique?"

My mother was small compared to me. It was always funny to me when she would put her hands on me because if I didn't know any better she'd probably be laid on the ground right now.

"I'm leaving, I really don't want to hear this shit from you, ma. Sooner or later you gone realize that was a good ads decision I made, but yo ass too stuck up too realize it."

I pushed her roughly away from me and grabbed my keys as she stood behind me with a shocked expression. It was always like this, Id give her the benefit of the doubt until she had tested my patience to the limit and I would have to show her that I'm not with that shit.

She knew not to say no more shut to me after that. It went the same way with my father too, and I respected that. A man had the control, not the woman and that counts for me too when it comes down to my ma and my father. I just wouldn't be like my father and put my hand on a chick.

I headed over to my boy Maine' house to set some shit free because he had the best weed, and he was always up for conversation. He had been my bestfriend, about, a couple of years since he started business under my father and ever since then we've been tight.

"That shit ain't right, man. I know yo ma be pressing yo buttons but that don't give you a right to talk shit to her or even push her, man."

I nodded my head, to nothing because I wasn't listening. If a bitch distesptful to me, I'll disrespect her. If a bitch hit me, then she'll get hit back and if she decide to talk shit then I'll do that shot back at her. I'm the man and, women are lower on the pyramid while the men have the jobs and make the most money. So even though he sitting here spinning "real shit" it ain't processing for me.

"You get what I'm saying?"

I just nodded my head and blew out the smoke from the blunt as I sat on his back yard trampoline, while holding the blunt between my fingertips.

"Yeah, I get what you saying, but can we discuss some other shit cause' I'm fed up with that..."

I know I just pushed the subject off, but it was for a reason. I wanted to tell him that his ass was sad for from the shit I've just heard from his mouth. My parents raised me differently from what his mother and father did, and although he told me that; I knew nothing would change.

"Shit, what about, what's that girl name, oh Trinity. What happened to that ho?"

I chuckled. "Shit, too me. I haven't seen her ass since we came back a couple days ago. She ain't even show up to the club."

"You mad?"

Laughing, I replied. "Nah, I ain't mad, I'm glad. She be all on my jock, I can't even breath. I wish Jefferey ass would chill on that."

He laughed, shaking his head as I took another puff from the smoke. My dad, Jefferey wasn't even a dad to me just somebody I was waiting on to die. I would say I respected him, but that would be a lie because I don't and I never will. The only relationship between the two of us is what he grew me up to believe that was our only cause of life, drugs. More specifically, the drug business.

"Man, you be tripping. I'd be happy to even have what you have."

"Shitt, you don't want what I have when it come with having them bitches around you twenty four-seven. That shit ain't wassup, believe me man."

"Jefferey ain't paying you enough?"

I frowned because I realized that that was probably the truth. His parents were working for my parents, his mother, our maid, his father, our driver, and he was the one in the drug business. My father always did this. He always paid Maine' the smallest income like he was working a nine to five while we brought in the same amount of dough. It didn't make sense.