Hood $henanigans

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Onika Pov
Grandma's house

"Why are we here?" I asked. They were standing outside my side of the door, trying to make me get out. The last thing I need today is insults on the way i'm raised. It'll definitely be my last straw. They all know why I don't mess with my grandma, yet they're always trying to make me talk to her. If she doesn't want to be around a spoiled brat, why would I make my presence? I never go anywhere that i'm not wanted. And she makes it very clear that she doesn't like seeing me.

I don't know if it's because I look so much like Momma or what. She hardly messes with Bryan, and we both look like Momma, so I don't know why he's so eager to get in there. He should be protesting just like me. Maybe it's because she never kept him from having fun. Or popped him because he was trying to get a snack.

"Princess come on. You haven't saw her in a long time and I think it's fair to visit her some times." Michael said. I looked at him crazy and tried closing the door. He's about to piss me off more if he grabs it one more time. "Stop! I'm not going in there. That lady don't fuck with me and you know it. Y'all just want to see me hurt so bad. Go away! Go see your grandma and leave me alone." I whined.

My brothers know that she doesn't mess with me, but they don't know the things that she's done. They don't know that she used to hit me and make me put snacks back, or that she used to make me sit in the room while they played. She always told them that I didn't want the snack or that I didn't want to play. She hates me and I don't even know why. I've never did anything to her.

Momma doesn't even visit her, I don't know about all of that. But she would always drop us off and leave, she never stayed. I don't think i've ever seen the two communicate seriously. "You being so dramatic." Marcus groaned. My head whipped to him because he can shut up.

"You don't know what I go through every time I come here so shut the hell up. All you know is that she rarely talk to me. You don't know the things she would say or do when y'all weren't looking. So dramatic is the last thing you need to call me right now." I hissed. They all looked confused, I knew they would.

"Look..... just come in for a little bit. We'll be gone quick I promise. Just show your face, please." Bryan begged. I rolled my eyes and got out, slamming his car door. They always making me do stuff I don't want to do.

Michael rung the doorbell, and a few seconds later, it opened. There stood the lady that made shit miserable for me. Beyoncé looked at me, and I looked away. I'm really pissed about this. "Hey my babies! Oh Michael you've gotten so big! Marcus you're not short anymore! Thankfully! Bryan... oh my Bryan look at all this hair! Anthony! My baby Ant! Boy if y'all don't look like y'all's Daddy. Except B, you know he a Mommas boy. Oh...my....gosh... Beyoncé! Look at you!!" She went around to everyone. Of course I was left out as she pulled them in one by one.

When she got to me, she smiled and turned into the house, leaving me to close and lock the door on my own. Not to be disrespectful, but she a bitch.

"Now y'all makes yourselves comfortable, i'll be right back." She went into the kitchen. I stood by the threshold while they sat around the couch. "Come sit down." Marcus sighed. I scoffed and looked away. "She didn't even greet me into her home and you expect me to sit on her couch. Go to hell." I murmured.

They ignored me, and when came back, she didn't even look my way. It doesn't even bother me anymore, this happens every time. Except I would be on the couch listening to her talk to everyone else. I'm older now and I refuse to be put in a situation that's would make me cry in the end. I don't care anymore, and she can kiss my ass. "Nic why don't you come sit down?" Beyoncé spoke, looking at grandma. She looked back at me and smile small.