Good Girl

Weekend Vibes

Hannah Marie Jordan P.O.V
November 1st

'What's going on Hannah?" My stepbrother answered the door dripped down in designer he welcomed me inside before fleeing. Patiently waiting on my dad or his wife to get my son as he touched everything within reach. My eyes scanned the living to see the brand-new furniture that sat since the last time I was here. Shifting my eyes to see the toys lined up for my son against the wall. Hearing the hard footsteps my father limped out stopping when he saw Zion. Getting on the couch picking him up he higher and kissed his face.

"Hey, how you?" His soft voice spoke to me as he examined my clothes.

"Good."I forced a smile as he briefly spoke to me.

"Hey, butt." Seeing my stepmom bent down waiting for my son pulling him into a hug.

"What's been going on with you?" Hearing her speaking going in the kitchen.

"living life."

"mmm, what's going on with that boy that put his hands on you." He questioned me shrugging my shoulders without a care in the world.

"Did you know him?"

"of course."

"You think I smuggle drugs in and out of the motherfucking country for you dumbass for you end up with some low life. I did this shit for you." He fussed at me. My stepmother stood at the kitchen door holding my son as he preached to me.

"I'm not in the mood." I said removing myself from his personal bubble only for him to grab my fucking arm stepping in my face.

"Mommy." My son cried for me.

"Malcolm stop." My stepmother finally spoke as he held onto my arm not allowing me to fucking leave.

"Let me go." I said through gritted teeth trying to snatch away he held on to my arm for dear life.

"It's been something since you and Reshawn have been together every week you in drama I'm starting to think it's you. You like this shit you just like your fucking mother." He said releasing me as everyone stood watching him manhandle me.

"I wonder did you like dick you were always in fucking jail." I said moving to grab my son from my stepmother who hugged and kissed him covering his ears.

"You ain't no fucking angel Hannah I've been to jail and did plenty of time all for you."

"Funny how I never saw you even on the damn weekend even though you did all this shit for me. I'm your only fucking kid in this motherfucking world and I never came first. And in all the drama I've been in you included yourself no one asked a half-ass father to step up. I'm fucking twenty-three I'm no damn kid ion need no daddy."
"Hannah."
"Get the fuck out then." Collect my child and his things leaving he stood on the porch talking to my son as I fastened him in the car.
"Malcolm you said talk."
"Papa will see you next weekend."

"Like hell." I said getting in the jeep sighing before taking off.

"Zion shhh please hold on." I said to him as he cried pulling into the gas station not too far up the road and parking on the side. Climbing into the back of the car with him unbuckling him and holding him as he cried biting my lip trying hard not to shed a tear.
'it's okay.' I rocked him allowing the tears to flow since in a weird way they comforted me.

45 minutes later!!!

Laying Zion back in the car seat buckling him in as he slept getting out of the car for a second since my leg was sleep walking around to the driver's door and getting in.
Driving until we reached the top of West Washington Street turning my car and going the Bininion seeing a few guys standing at the store hanging. Until we reached McIntosh and headed down to where Reshawn mother lived. Passing the old beat-up cars until I reached the fairly new homes that sat in a bad neighborhood. Seeing his mother's red SUV parked out front stopping the truck getting out going to the door ringing the doorbell hoping she would hurry up since it was cold. Mashing the ring doorbell.