𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝟏𝟎 𝐲/𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐯
"I needed the money to buy groceries Marcus wdf you want our kids to starve" my mom said as her and my dad was arguing in the living room
Which was normal for my siblings and I.At the time my mom was a nurse and my dad was a dealer ,however my mom was always making sure we had food and clothes on our backs while my dad "took care of the bills".He was never really home and when he was it was always with another lady.
"Bitch I don't gaf Tasha ask for my money next time"he responded angrily
"I'm not asking yo ass for shit nigga, not when you be having these bitches in my bed"she said bluntly causing him to punch her
"what do you think they arguing about I ask my olda sista Lyasia and brova Levi (They're twins),as we were all in our room together trying to block out the argument.
"ion know just eat so we can go to bed poodie"my sista said in distress as Levi nodded
Levi wasn't really much of a talker but when he did he meant every word that came out his mouth , I guess he learned that from daddy.
"GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE MARCUS"my mova yelled
"OR WHAT BITCH ? HUH? HUH?"my fava said waving his gun in her face willing to pistol whip her
"YOU THINK YOU THE SHIT RIGHT?"he continued
we could hear our mova crying,we wanted to stop him , stop it but all three of us knew that staying in our room was all safe for us.
"SDFU"my mom yelled in his face
two seconds later shots went off.Ly'asia was now crying, the argument had stopped Levi got up and punched the wall.At the time I had thought that maybe the tv fell or something.
Once we heard a slam at the front door we all decided to come out of our room , which revealed our mothers's dead body and the carpet covered in blood from the gunshot in her chest.
I did nothing but cry as Ly'asia called the police.Levi was trying to do cpr but once he realized it wasn't working he got up and started screaming, crying and throwing family pictures that hung around the house.
"FUCK BRA" he screamed
I continued to cry and watch as the blood on her chest continued to leak out seeing her body look weaker and weaker.
{𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥}
At my mother's funeral I felt myself feel weaker and weaker.We all took turns going to her casket analyzing her now lifeless body.But No words could bare the pain we felt all seeing her like this .Setting the scenery with our family members and our mother's friends all crying and screaming.
I was scared not to move on.But for my dad to come back and kill us.Though that night our aunt had took us and it was scary seeing her face again because they're twins.
I blocked out the preaching, the singing, the memoir family and friends had about her and just cried.And once they closed the casket I screamed and ran to her.it still hurt.It hurts so bad that I couldn't breathe,think , feel.
Everyone watched a now broken 10 year old just want her mother like a baby wants a bottle.
to be continued.
