JUST CREEPIN'

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JUST CREEPIN'

KAMARION MONTGOMERY
OCTOBER 27th;  FRIDAY

"HAVE YOU EVER killed somebody before."

A sense of silence took over the atmosphere, as the two locked eyes with eachother. Neither one of them made a move, but just stared at each other.

"Bitch, get the fuck outta my face. Ion know what type of federal ass shit you on, but you got me fucked up." Samir spat, looking towards his oldest son.

When he looked at bam it was like a replica of himself. Bam look just like him except he had his mothers plump lips and a slight darker skin tone.

Bam smiled, "What? It was a serious question." He responded to his father. They were sitting in the den that Samir had the contractors built in for him when he got the house built. He and Kamaria compromised, and agreed that if he built her an in home office then he could have a den for himself.

"Why? You thinking bout killing somebody?" Samir retorted.

"I asked you a question first." Bam replied to him, showing him the same energy.

"Yes." Samir responded, and bam nodded but paused once his answer processed through his mind. When he asked he didn't expect to get a yes at all.

"Are you lying to me?" Bam furrowed his eyebrows.

He knew his father was capable of a lot of things, and he definitely knew he wasn't inncocent. Murder never crossed his mind though. "Was it like manslaughter where it was in defense?" He was so curious.

"Yep." Samir spoke too calmly for his sons liking.

"Nigga no it wasn't. Do my momma know? And why you not in prison?" Bam continued, knowing for a fact he was bothering and making his father uncomfortable.

"Aye lil bitch," He started causing his son to smile brightly. "Fuck I told you bout that interrogation shit? Don't ask me too many questions at once." Samir warned kamarion.

"You so damn hostile. All I asked was two questions back to back wit yo paranoid ass." Bam shot back even though he knew how much his father hated being asked too many questions. "Does momma know, or not?" Bam repeated his question.

Samir smacked his teeth at his son's curiosity. Bam was old enough to where he felt comfortable telling the truth, but it was so old and he surely was not in the mood to be traveling down memory lane.

"I mean yeah, but nah." Samir shrugged his shoulders. When he locked eyes with bam he figured to save him the trouble. "She knows, but I never really admitted it, so it's technically just speculation—is that the right word?" He got side tracked.

"Mmm, so she does know. Y'all be acting like y'all so open wit us but y'all really don't be telling us some shit. Like the shit wit Pierre momma, and now this. And what the hell was auntie Sarai talm bout at the cookout?" Bam was just as curious as it got when it came to his parents.

"Ion know what the fuck that bitch was talking bout. She ain't ugly, but I wouldn't touch her triflin ass wit a ten foot pole. Weirdo ass." Samir instantly grew angry again, concerning the females' outburst in front of everyone.

He would never have sex with Sarai let alone have a baby with her. He loved Sahid like his own, but that was not his child. He just hated the fact that she had everyone side eyeing him for a moment.

"Everything is just not meant to be brought up bam. I was a young ass teenager when I did the shit and I wasn't thinking straight. Do I regret it? Fuck no. I shouldn't have let my intrusive thoughts win putting my future at jeopardy though." Samir spoke honestly.