Denzel came over to her. "What's wrong?"
"All of my emotions are coming down at once."
He wrapped his arms around her. "I know. You cried about 4 times while you were pregnant, I'd expect for you to cry."
Jr. Started crying. Pauletta picked him up.
*The Taylor Residence*
Zac walked into the house. He seen Jeremiah sitting on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he went upstairs. He looked in his room. He seen that some of his things were moved, but he thought that he did it this morning because he rushed to leave the house.
Zac seen that his box was out from under the bed. He counted the money that was missing. $200 was gone. He tried not to get mad, but that pissed him off.
Zac ended up calling Gladys. She told him to not say anything until she got to the house.
30 minutes later, she arrived home. She walked right into the door.
"Jeremiah!" Gladys yelled
He walked down the stairs. "I just got back. Why are you yelling?"
"Why is there $200 missing from Zacs room?"
Jeremiah laughed. "How would I know?"
"Don't play with me. Today is not the day." Zac said
"Alright."
Zac got up and walked upstairs. He had majority of his stuff already packed since the move in date was close.
He started bringing the boxes downstairs.
"Zac"
"No ma. I'm going to beat his ass if I don't leave. Fuck him. I apologize for cursing, but I'm standing on what I said."
"You want your funky ass $200 back?" Jeremiah asked aggressively
"It wasn't funky when you took it bitch ass nigga. Keep the shit. I don't even want it. I just want to get the fuck away from you. I hate your ass. I've never done anything wrong to you. Even after all of the spiteful shit that you did, I chalked it up and took that shit. I'm not doing that shit anymore. Fuck you. Keep that money. That'll be your last memory of me."
"You're such a fucking mamas boy. You're always kissing up to her. You think that because you're her baby that you're better than me?"
Zac didn't say anything. Zac walked outside with a few boxes and Gladys followed him.
"Before you ask, no I'm not mad at you. I hate your son. On everything I love, if I didn't love you so much, I would kill him."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing for him. I don't ever want to see him again. I don't want him around me, and he will never EVER meet my kids."
Zac got some more boxes. He put them all in the car. He went back upstairs to get a few more things.
Gladys walked back in the house. "What the hell?! You just got back! You're stealing money now?"
"I needed it"
"You needed money for what ? You don't buy shit in here. What the fuck are you doing ?"
"I told him that he can have his damn money back ! He said that he didn't want it."
"It's the fucking principle of the situation. You violated his space. YOU went in his shit and took it."
"He has more than enough money. He doesn't even need to be worried about it. He's moving out because of money?"
"I can't believe that a raised a complete dumb ass. He's trying not to whoop your ass right now. I should really beat your ass."
"You won't hit me"
"I'll knock your ass clean the hell out. Don't tempt me."
"Not if I hit you first"
"You're going to hit me? I dare you to do it. That'll give me every right to fuck you up."
Zac came down the stairs. "Ma, don't. If he hits you, I'm willingly going to jail. You know that."
"She asked me to hit her"
"I'm about to fuck you up if you hit my fucking mother. You need to chill out"
"Don't tell me what to do little bitch. The mamas boy always comes to the rescue."
Samuel walked into the house. "I know you left too early. What the hell is going on?"
"I'm waiting on his bitch ass to hit her like he said that he would" Zac said
"Hit who?! I will whoop your ass my damn self" Samuel said
"Shut the fuck up. You're such a loser. I can't believe that we share the same blood" Jeremiah said
Zac started moving the glass table back. He scooted the couch forward to protect the tv just in case it fell.
"The fuck you going to do?" Jeremiah said
"I'm waiting on you to hit anybody in this house. On everything I love, I'll rock your shit." Zac said
Fatima walked through the door. "I knew it was something when you didn't text. What's going on?"
"He said that he's going to hit her. I'm waiting" Zac said
"You ain't about to hit nobody. Your ass just got back. You need more than a little help. I need a straitjacket." Fatima said. "Excuse my language, but if you touch her, I'll fuck you up myself."
"Shut up bitch" Jeremiah said
"Hit her." Zac said
Jeremiah walked up to Gladys. Before he could even reach his hand up. Gladys punched him in his chest. He fell back a little.
"That's what your ass get. Knocked the wind out of your ass" Gladys said
"Get out of this house. Go and find you somewhere to live. I don't care if it's on the corner, but you have to go" Samuel said
"I'm not leaving."
"Your son is on drugs, heavily. It's something stronger than weed. I can tell" Fatima said. "There's no helping him."
"I'll do whatever I want to do. You don't know shit about me."
"If nobody had been home all day, why is there white residue on the table? That is crack. He's sniffing crack."
"Oh wow. Crackhead chronicles." Zac said. "I still want to beat your ass."
"I don't need y'all anyway. You just put your hands on me."
"You'll get a hot bullet next. Don't fuck with me."
Samuel didn't want to deal with Jeremiah. He called 911 to escort him out of the house. They came to get him along with some of his things.
Once everyone was out, Zac moved their furniture back to the way that they had it. Fatima made sure everyone was alright.
Zac walked outside, and Fatima followed.
"Can I touch you?" Fatima asked
"No" Zac said
"Ok" she sat down on the porch
