𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ᵃ ᵖᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

•𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥•

•𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥•

"i just dont get why you'd let em come back round.." my dad slid his hand down his face, clearly stressed. i knew there was no way he would understand where im coming from. him and my mom's relationship has been perfect since the start so..

"niether do i but i just did so.." i shrugged it off, like i said. whats he gonna understand? and like that my mom came through the front door, her hair ina claw clip, her body covered with purple scrubs. her eyes pinned on me i knew she already knew whats been going on, she walks into the living room kissing my dad and placing down her dark green gucci purse, sitting down as my dad wraps his arm along her shoulders.

"he upstairs?" my mom looks at me and i nod, she rubs her glossy lips together and nods her head slowly.
"and your dad spoke to him?" she asks me knowing she knows, and i nod.

"you guys are looking at me like i fucked up, he fucked up and i choose to forgive him." i mug them both.

"watch your m-"

"no, cause you guys don't get it. at all.. its hard, i love him and if you guys cant and wont accept that then.. ill gladly go back to sugarhill and just stay there." i left it at that as i got up from the single chair, i made my way upstairs to see dd playing GTA at my set up, he seemed to be signed into his twitch and streaming.

"PUSSY ASS NIGGA!" he yelled and laughed, his voice cracking between every word, i just smiled at the sight of his energetic self and made my to the bathroom, needing time to think and relax. i was pretty sure i was just gonna head back to my crib cause i just couldn't stand my parents right now. i shut the door behind me and leaned my body against the sink, bending over to rest my head in the folds of my arms. i just didnt understand them or myself, i do realize and see im dumb for even trying to continue this relationship with dd, but i just dont care at the same time.

"ma." dd walked in, standing behind me, him placing his hands on my waist as he pressed his body against mine, his hand sliding up and down my ribs trying to supply his way of comfort.
"whats stressin you out?" he asked ina sympathetic tone. i stood up fully turning around, tears crowding my eyes.

"i wanna go home." my voice cracked the slightest as dd slid his arms around the back of my neck, pulling me into his chest. i smiled at the feeling but soon pulled away.
"ima go pack some more stuff from my closet and we can start going." i slid my hands down the top of my head slowly.

"nah, lets go now, i got some for you." dd nodded and i just sighed, leaving the bathroom then my room, knowing he was gonna follow behind me.

30 minutes later-

sitting in passenger seat of the BMW somebody let dd borrow "konfident" played lowly on the radio, his hand resting on my bare thigh. i stared out the window at the city we had slowly been approaching.

"coming to mines or.." dd mumbled as he stopped at the red light.

"ima go home." i knew to not just go ahead and get all comfortable again even tho i already was. as the light turned green he acted as if he aint hear me, but he knew he was boutta bring me to the crib. dont get me wrong, dd isnt like him usually he wouldve been try to hit this but.., we slowly pulled up to the crib to see ddot on the cement steps smoking a fat blunt, mya next to him on her phone. i sighed knowing it was gonna be a whole hell lot, and part of me wished i just went to dd's. dd looked at me as he parked right in front of them.

"need me to go with you..?"

"no im good." i nodded as i opened the door.

"hollon." dd pulled me back and turned my head to face him.
"ima come get chu tomorrow for some, himme up when you up." and like that he let me leave, i shut the door gently and he drove off. ddot and mya staring at me as i walked towards them. these niggas gonna hate my soul.