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"ACE"
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"K-Kacey, please. Help yo' auntie out." She asked for the third time.
He knows she sees him playing his Xbox and ignoring her so why does she keep bothering him about some damn pills.
Kashmir's wife was strung out on pills, she wasn't like this when Kacey grew up.
Back then, she stayed in church and stayed being a good housewife.
Kacey has a hunch that his uncle got her addicted to pills but he could be wrong. He knew he didn't like seeing her like this.
It reminded him of his mother back when she didn't have any drugs or alcohol.
Kacey also knew he didn't want to support her habit.
"I ran out, Aunt Carol." The boy lied with a believable expression on his face as he stared her in the eyes.
He saw her gaze turn into envy. "Saint, you don't have to lie to me." She said, dropping her pleading expression and looking up at him.
"Mane, if youn get tha fuck outta my room. I'ma kno' sum." He stated.
"What? You're going to hit me how your father hit your mother?" She tempted him.
Kacey threw his game controller onto his bed and stood up with both of his fists balled. "I'a got no fuckin' drugs fa ya, Carol!" He snapped at her, his booming voice caused her to flinch.
She knew that bringing up when Ace's father beaten on his beloved mother would get a reaction out of him.
His mother was what made him weak, for that woman he would do anything, even if it meant he had to kill someone behind protecting her name.
If anyone spoke badly about her, it would definitely get him out of his character.
Ace and Carol heard heavy footsteps coming towards Ace's bedroom, the big man figure was revealed once he stood in the door frame, looking at the scene in front of him then laying his eyes into the tall teenager who looked tensed and ready to swing on his wife.
