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I walked inside the house nervously 12 minutes after contemplating if i should go in. I walk into the kitchen where my mama was standing.
"Hey- Mama" I say with a nervous smile and wave.
"Hello Tamar" She says with her wrist on her hip with a knife in her other hand since she was cutting up veggies.
"How was the tour??" "It was good" "mhm... are you still on the drugs tamar?" "Drugs?- mama i stopped doing those when i was 19 and i'm 27 now." "Tamar i don't care, you still did it" "Mama i'm sorry oky... you know i had a hard time with things" I say with tears falling down my face.
"Tamar get- you'll be staying upstairs next to Nicki's room. I don't want to see you're face anymore" She says looking away from my face. "Mama please forgive me" I say sobbing, begging her. "Tamar get out of my face! I don't want to look at something i failed at raising!" "Mama i'm sor-" "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT TAMAR!" "ok..." I say sobbing more while going up the stairs.
Talking about my drug addiction that i had before is a really hard topic for me not to cry about. I mean if you heard the story wouldn't you wanna cry? Or even worse go through what i did and have your mother the only person you've ever adored and protected all your life not want to look at you anymore?
I go into the room that i'll be staying at for a few, crying my eyes out.
Nicki's POV:
B was kissing my inner thigh. I was enjoying this sooo much until i heard whimpers and sobs.
"B you hear that??" I say sitting up. "Yea i do... did tay come inside the house??" "I don't know but i kinda heard my mama yelling at someone..." I sat and thought about it for a min. "Shii it is tamar" I say while putting my pants back on walking out the room with Beyonce following behind.
I knock on the door next to my room. "Tamar u in there??..." No answer.
