Hood $henanigans

23

Beyoncé Pov

"Mommy i'm sorry! My phone died I promise you." Onika begged. It's 12am and we're just now making it back. I don't know why we thought they would be asleep by time we got there. They were wide awake, laying in their sheets. We tried walking passed their room, to the stairs, but they saw us. We smoked some time before we got here, and Onika couldn't stop giggling.

So we wouldn't smell like weed, we used the weed pens. Those work so much faster, and they hit harder. You'll be high in two pulls. Imagine us smoking the whole two hour ride, we're fucked up. "That doesn't make up for the first time you did it!" Momma Carol yelled from the bed. She was still laying down, wrapped tightly around Robert. He had to leave again in a few hours. "Then you getting beside yourself with raising your voice at me. Come here." she pointed her finger, sitting up in the bed. At least she wasn't naked, was all I could think.

"Momma put some clothes on first." Onika muttered. What she had on was ok, shorts and a bra. Onika just trynna take up time. Carol raised her eyebrow and Onika started to slowly walk forward. When she was a good distance, she stopped. This girl messed up because she was close enough for Carol to grab her if she wanted. That's exactly what she did. She stretched her arm out and grabbed the top of Onikas shirt pulling her closer. Robert laid there watching, he would usually say something, but I'm sure he doesn't want to argue before he leaves. You could see the temptation on his face.

"Ah. Mommy." Onika whimpered, whining. When it came to her parents, she was a whole baby. Nobody could tell her nothing if they were around...it doesn't matter who you are. Carol used her other hand to pop Onika in the mouth several times before letting her go. She's such a baby, she was crying. Momma didn't even hit her that damn hard, just crying because she didn't want to get hit.

Onika stood there holding her mouth with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Now get yo high ass out my room before I give you something to cry about for real." Carol mumbled. My eyes widened, but Onika just stood there. "Ain't nobody even high." she mumbled, stepping away so she couldn't get grabbed again. I swear she be trying to get killed. Her grave already dug, she just need to be pushed in.

"What you said!?" Carol yelled as she ran out. "Nothing!"

I was scared to move, so I stood there. Momma Carol brought her attention to me and we held a stare off. She motioned for me to come here, and I did. As soon as I was close, she punched me. Dead in my chest, same spot Mama hit me in. It's always that spot, why do they do that? "Ow! What I get hit for?" I whined, rubbing the spot.

"Allowing her to be the brat ass she is." She mumbled, laying back down. I walked out on that note because they were a little too close to each other. Onika was in her bathroom closet, taking out some clothes, while the shower ran. When she saw me, she motioned for me to leave. Now she know I don't want to. I closed the door and stood in her face, we were staring for so long. "Beyoncé get the hell out!" She chuckled a bit. I shook my head and took my shirt off.

"Girl... you are not showering with me! I told you i'm not doing those things with you because i'm so desperate remember? Go!" She tried pushing my arm. Knowing she's not strong enough for all of that. I kept undressing and stepped in the shower. She stood there like she wasn't about to get in. "I will put you in here while you fully dressed. Stop playing wit me." I grumbled. She smacked her lips and started to undress, getting inside. I noticed her body was healing well, except for the bullet wounds on her hip and shoulder. Those weren't going anywhere. I have two from years ago and they look like a healed stab mark.

I kissed her shoulder and stuck my head in the back of her neck. "Movveeee. I'm trying to shower and get out...im tired." She shrugged me off of her and started washing herself. I stood and watched her, until she handed me the soap and a different towel. We went back and forth washing each other, and got out. She was standing in the mirror with the towel around her, fluffing her hair. It was in its curly state, wavy like. I love how her hair looks on her, so sexy. It brings out her eyes, and makes her lip color pop. There was another towel, so I wrapped myself in it.