Pretty Hurts - Erik KIllmonger x reader

Chapter 13

I woke up feeling pretty ok this morning. I look over at a picture on my nightstand. It was on my 7th birthday, mama and dad had taken me to the book fair and let me ball out. I got like 10 new books that day, I smiled so hard that my face was sore for days. "I miss you daddy so much. I dont know where you are in the great beyond but I hope you are watching over me" I hold the the photo close to my chest and reminisce. It's on days like these where I swear I can still hear his voice. I can still hear him choking out his final last words." Even though I still dont know what language that it was in, I knew exactly what he said. I am ripped out of my early morning reminisce by the overwhelming smell of nostalgia. That could only be caused by one thing.....Mama's world famous shrimp and grits.

I rush to put on my robe and my favorite pair of reindeer slippers and make a beeline for the hallway leading to my kitchen. "Good morning Ma!" I yell coming down the hallway. "Good morning Y/n" I hear the voice of an all to familiar asshole say. The smile on my face quickly falters when I see Clarence back in his usual spot on my mom's couch holding a half empty bottle of bourbon. I roll my eyes and ignore him, deciding not to let him ruin my day. Normally I would be a complaining and stressed out, sour mess at his inevitable return to the 'House of Horrors' as I like to call it. But today was different, it was a special day for just my mom and I to honor my dad's memory. Today was the one day that my mom and I could play pretend and forget about the world crashing down on the both of us. Once of year we honor my dad by keeping his traditions alive. It was our special day and I will be damned if a nigga who look like a reject from the set of 'For Colored Girls' ruins my damn day PERIOD!

I walk in the kitchen and my mom gives me a kiss on the cheek "Morning poundcake. How'd you sleep. I heard you come in late last night." she says handing me a bowl of shrimp to peel and de-vein. "Yea I actually met someone and we hung out. And before you say anything about me being too fast just know that she is just a friend. She is actually staying at Nana Che's for a little bit, she is her niece of something I think. Her name's Jada" my mom looks at me and just slowly nods. "I wasnt gonna say anything actually. What you do is your business. Fresh start remember? However.....them lil hickies on ya neck look fresh to me but then again Not my business" she puts her hands in the air and starts laughing. "Yea ok ok whatever." I say still peeling the shrimp.

Mama snatches the bowl from me and I smack my lips "Ma why you always snatching the bowl?! I got this!" she turns around and gives me the 'really nigga' look "Cmon girl now you know you take forever to peel the shrimp. The only reason I handed it to you is to make you feel like you were helping otherwise we both know yo ass would have been sitting there complaining about not being able to help. I can see ya lil tail now, running all through the kitchen knocking shit over. Remember your daddy used to have to bribe you with chapters from the odyssey book just to get you out of my kitchen?" by the time her mini rant was over she had finished peeling and prepping all the shrimp. I couldnt help but laugh and roll my eyes. My mom sure was a character when she wanted to be. "Yea ight, just hurry up cause it smells good and I am hungry" I say walking to the little kitchen table and beginning my daily social media scrolls.

"So what are we doing today? I know you have a lot of stuff planned" I ask my mom as I check my notifications on instagram. I click on the video Jada tagged me in on her story. It made me giggle at how spontaneous I had recently become. Old Y/n would have been shaking in her shit looking at our little video from last night but I honestly have no regrets. I click through her story seeing a bunch of reposts and memes. She even posted that meme of my space money spongebob. I wish we would leave that one back in the dark ages.

It wasnt until I saw a certain repost that I damn near dropped my phone. The nigga she reposted was Erik! How the fuck do they know each other? I click on his profile and I feel my heart about to explode out of my chest when I see his post that has a million likes! 1 FUCKING MILLION! He is even followed by celebrities! Chris Brown follows this nigga! Chris fucking BROWN! My mind completely goes in the overdrive running a mile a minute with questions. Who the fuck did I get involved with? Who the fuck is this nigga? Why the hell didnt he tell me that he was so upper echolon? Does this mean that he is famous? I look at his handle and see his user name 'KingKillmonger.' Wait.....Killmonger, where have I heard that before? I dont have time to worry about this on today of all days so I push the thought of him as far back in my mind as I could....not far enough though.