Dreams

Chapter Three: Hell

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Trinity or Trinn P.O.V

"That's cute how you guys tried to go to Andy's class instead of coming to detention. " The english teacher said chuckling to herself.

This bitch.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. The only reason I even agreed to this shit is because I didn't want a referrel.

" You. Ms. Trinity. Always rollin' your damn eyes. Yeah, I said it. Your DAMN eyes. This little attitude you have going on, it needs to be taken down 10 notches and I know just the thing to do that. " she spoke standing in front of my desk.

" And what is that? " I asked amused.

" You'll find out soon enough. " she smirked and walked over to Brianna.

"No I wanna know. Tell me. " I pushed.

" You'll know soon enough. "

The rest of detention consisted of the english teacher grilling us, asking us questions and yelling at us. She called herself barking so I barked back. Which landed me in detention for another day. And I wasn't coming.

After Detention was over, I quickly retrieved Amir from daycare and drove home.

"Where the hell you been lil girl? It's almost 6 a damn clock!" My mama yelled as soon as I made it in the house.

" I had detention, and can you stop yellin', my son is sleep! " I said whisper yelling.

"Yo ass had me worried. Give me my grandson. " she huffed snatching Amir out of my arms.

"Hello to you too mama." I said sarcastically.

"Lil girl dont get smart with me, you not too old to get yo ass wooped and I mean that. "

" Okay mama. I need to cook Amir some dinner just in case he wakes up, you want anything? " I asked.

"No. What I want you to do is bring yo ass in this house by 4:00 everyday. You still not off the hook. "

"Mama its been almost 2 years, you gonna keep punishing me for getting pregnant? "

"Dont question me lil girl, I do what I want. "

And with that, she walked down the hallway to my room to place Amir down. I shook my head fighting the tears I wanted to let fall but knew I couldn't.

Ever since I've broken the news to my mom about being pregnant, I've been placed under 'punishment' until I move out. I have to be in the house by 4:00 everyday and I have to cook dinner 4 nights a week. My mom made me clean houses to earn the money I needed for Amir's things. Thank God, I had his father through my pregnancy to keep me sane because my mom was driving me into the dirt. She called it "tough love" and I called it "torture." Although I knew deep deep down my mother may love me, I'll always have resentment in my heart for what she put me through during my pregnancy.

I quickly made a pot of spaghetti and left it on the stove. Walking to my room, I overheard my mother talking to Amir. Something told me to eavesdrop but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and walked in anyways.

"It's time for him to eat. " I mumbled grabbing him from her and walking out of the room.

I sat him in his highchair and placed a nice proportion of spaghetti on his spiderman plate while I watched him eat with his fingers.