Face it! (Part 2)

Chapter 9: Facing the music

*1 year later*

*Kali's POV*

*March 2nd*

*Los Angles 10:30 pm*

*Gas station*

"Can you run inside and grab me something to drink?"

Steve ask me as he pumps the gas.

"It's so fucking cold and I forgot my coat!"

He rolls his eyes and takes off his coat. He hands it to me, and I step out the car.

"Hurry up a nigga is freezing."

Goose bumps grow quickly across his neck and arms. I run inside heading to the back of the store. I grab him an Arizona before paying. I feel a tap on my shoulder, so I turn around.

"Long time no see."

No fucking way.... It's my mom.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I can't visit my daughter?"

I look around the room.

"Where is she?"

"Kali please-"

My mom gave me the nickname Kali in the first place. I still hate it but it strengths me. I pay for Steve's shit and leave. My mom follows behind me.

"Karly! Turn around!"

"What the fuck do you want?! Just shut the fuck up!"

"Listen to me!"

I stop in my steps and turn around. Steve is sitting in the car still waiting on me.

"What is it?"

"I need your help. I used the last of my money to see you."

"Help with what?"

"I'm homeless."

"Why?"

"I lost all my money."

"From what? What did you do?"

"That doesn't matter. I just need to borrow some money."

"It does matter. You're a grown woman who just lost everything. If you want to reconnect with me again, you need to be real with me."

I walk an inch closer to the car.

"Karly you are going to fucking listen! I'm your mother!"

"Since when?! When were you ever a fucking mom!"

The car door opens. Steve gets out clearly confused.

"What is going on? Who is that?"

He asks very worried.

"My fucking mom... If I can say that."

"Who is that guy?"

"Why do you care? Steve, get back in the car."

I throw him his drink and he gets back inside the car without another word.

"Leave me and him alone. I don't want to see your face ever again."

"You raggedy bitch."

"Who?!"

I take a deep breath. I just need to go home. I need to make it home and forget this.

"I had enough of this!"

Suddenly she runs up and grabs my hair. The grip is so terrible, I easily escape. Not without her hitting my face one time of course. Without even thinking, I start to constantly hit her over and over. She falls to the ground. All the bullshit she put me through started to fill my head and my hands. Each punch showed what I felt like in those moments. Over and over, I keep hitting. This feels great.... Too great. Steve pulls me off my mom while she cries and bleeds.