"Beast.....wah dis?" I heard a deep baritone voice coming from the corner and I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of the person. His voice was powerful, full of authority, a little sexy too.
A little?
Ok a lot sexy....
The tension in the room gets t...
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Pulling up to my childhood home, I park my car, looking at the house I grew up in. It's still the same, painted in a dark red and gray design, symbolizing the gang's colors. I've offered several times to buy a house for my mother but she refuses every single time, claiming my father and her built this house from scratch and she can't just sell it.
You would think she would've wanted nothing to do with it because of the bad memories trapped inside. Pressing the lock button on my fob key after getting out my car, I stood outside the gate picturing the times when he would scold me for everybody to see when I disobeyed him.
He purposefully did it to make me embarrassed, all it did was make me hate him more. Pulling the door with my key, I instantly smelled the aroma of food cooking. I chuckle as I made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, I hear the familiar melodic voice that I used to come home to every evening.
She's at the stove swaying her hips and humming to a tune I'm not quite familiar with. She's wearing AirPods, I watch her with a smile feeling a wave of nostalgia. She doesn't know I'm behind her, which causes me to hiss lowly.
All mi tell har fi be aware of her surroundings she nuh listen......
"Moms" I tapped her on her shoulder awaiting her nonchalant behavior. She jumps before quickly turning around startled at my presence. I watch as her expression changes from fright to disappointment when she looks at me and I click my tongue out of sadness.
She plasters a fake smile while taking her AirPods out before turning her attention back to the stove without saying anything.
Wow....that hurts.......
She turns back around after stirring the contents in the pot, before she uses a table cloth to wipe her hands. She observed my figure from head to toe as she mentally checked all the boxes in her head about my appearance and I smile. It reminds me of my high school days.
"Moms......yuh nuh happy fi see mi, not even a hug." I exasperated with my hands outstretched and she barely smiled.
"I can't, I just........ I can't." She replied with tears in her eyes and I frown.
She ago hate mi forever?
I sigh, "Moms, when yah guh realize say I did what I did to protect us. I had to do it." I pleaded to her and she flinches.
I watch her lips tremble as tears flow down her face, "I know baby, and I'm forever grateful for what you did. But I just can't look at you." She said shaking her head and my heart shatters into pieces.
She cyah look pon me, am I that bad. How am I suppose to feel knowing my own mother cannot bare to see me....
"You remind me too much of him Jahleel. Everything you do, how you look.....It's overwhelming." She walked over to stand in front me.
