"𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆"
Bad news brought Jayla back to New york. Will she be able to continue standing on business or can Duke break down her walls again and get let back in? How will the pres...
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I'm currently on the way to the preschool from the trap because SOMEBODY decided to throw scissors at another kid and it busted their lip.
I arrived at the preschool and entered the building and immediately I see Tyreek with a heavy mug and dried tears on her face, sitting in a chair with his backpack on.
"Yo" I called out to him and he slowly lifted his head up and an evil smirk appeared on his face. He climbed off the chair and came over to me.
"Tyreek is suspended for the rest of the week and hopefully when he comes back, he's back to being a good boy" the teacher said.
"What did the other kid do? My son wouldn't harm another kid unless provoked."
"Sir, your son threw scissors at another child's face"
"What's scissors doing in a room full of children? That's a hazard." I protested.
"He was having an argument with another boy in the class then walked over to the teacher's desk to grab the scissors then threw it directly at the child's lip. He knows what he did wrong and apologised to Tom."
"Daddy am I in trouble? I get whoop?" He asked looking at me innocently.
Nigga you know damn well ya mother don't allow me to whoop yo ass.
"And I wanna know what the fuck that mfer was saying to my son! Prolly deserved to get his muthafucking ass hurt. Mmcht, y'all be focusing on the wrong things" I said taking Reek's hand and leaving the building. "He won't be doing it again, imma make sure!"
We got to the car and I placed him in his seat booster then got in the front.
"What happened son?" I asked looking at him through the rearview.
"Um...I had a colouring pencil thingy and Tom grabbed it out my hand. Daddy he not give it back, I say please, he say no. He push me so I get the scissors to cut his lips off"
"Why"
"So he can't tell me no anymore" he concluded.
"You ain't never allowed to pick up scissors Reek, why did you do it at skl? You know you not supposed to be touching em"
He shrugged. He didn't seem to care.
Like father, like son.
I smacked my lips and pulled off, ain't no point tryna teach a kid that ain't tryna learn.
"You staying with grandma and you ain't allowed no candy or tv." I said since he wanna act nonchalant.
