Tamora POV
"Hey ma, how are you?" I said walking into my mother's house.
"I'm okay Mora, how you doing?" She said as she placed the lid back onto the smoking pot on the stove.
"I'm doing OK especially now that I see you're cooking! Where Ash dem et? I haven't heard from her nor the twins since I moved!" I explained
Shaking her head in disgust. "yes, I've talked to Dusty but no one else since yesterday! You know the twins aren't too fund of Duran so that probably explains some of the distance." She said.
*flashback*
BOOM!
The back door flew open, as happy as I was to hear that door open I was upset and embarrassed that it was my twin brothers barging in with guns drawn!
"PLEASE, DUSTY PLEASE STOP!!" I screamed as my brother pushed me on to the floor and dashed towards my livinroom where Duran stood.
"Nigga you wanna tell me why the fuck my sister eye was black tuesday?"
My brother Austyn was the cool and calm one but Dusty, not so much! Dusty goes from 0-100 really fast. And mostly over small things! Talk about needing counseling!
"Mora know she don't come in this house at no 3 in the morning!" He said taking steps towards Dusty.
Dusty's POV
Now I know this nigga didn't just stand here and tell me he hit my sister because she came in late. I should just blow this bitch head off. Or should I drop my gun and beat this nigga senseless. Either way he finna be a sore ass nigga!
"because she came in late? Nigga you ain't her daddy. You just as weak as them bitch ass niggas you run with everyday! Now I'm not gone shoot ya, but I am about to whoop yo ass!"
Tamora POV
As I sit on the floor listening to Dusty and Duran argue I began to cry and pray to God that Duran didn't do anything stupid enough to make my brother shoot him because he will.
"Will y'all please stop!" I cried.
Before I could look down to begin to pray again I hear Dusty say, "now I'm not gon shoot ya, but I am about to whoop yo ass!" God answered my prayers as he always did! I started to get up off the floor when I heard a big BOOM! Dusty released the beast. He and Austyn began to pound on Duran as if he was a punching bag! They slung him around making him appear as a rag doll! I felt so bad for Duran as I saw him in fetus position.
"Duran please don't fight back! Please! Its gonna get worse!"
The beating stopped!
"Thank god they didn't noticed!" I whispered to myself!
*end of flashback*
"I'm so tired! They worked the shit out of me today! I complained, trying to change the subject, as I sat in what used to be my grandfather's recliner.
" That's the only way them bills gone get paid!" Mama said rolling her eyes.
"Mama, Duran is looking for work! Let's not do this today please! And besides if I complained to hin about it he is going to go back to selling drugs. And I'm not going to have that around my son!" I cried
I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, slamming it behind me!
Every time I go around these people all they do is talk down on my man! Hell he trying!
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Tamora
Teen FictionAfter a life of trouble, neglect, and sorrow; Tamora Gaither felt as though she has found peace within herself. Of course until she met Duran Gilbert, A wolf in sheep's clothing.
