𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙚
𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝘼𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨
♕ 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗛𝗮𝗺𝘇𝗮 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 ♕
I slept against Nana shoulder as she snored obnoxiously in my ear. I hated the way she slept sometimes cause it be so loud and goblin sounding. Then she be slobbing and shit. She must be exhausted all the damn time cause it's no way she sleep like this everyday.
I held her closely against my chest before rubbing my face into her neck. I could hear my phone ringing but I didn't wanna open my eyes. I was tired from the gym and school yesterday. I didn't leave the gym until 12 last night because the new agent I was working with was helping me get my film together.
"Baby, answer the phone." Nana said groggily, I huffed and rolled over to grab my phone. I noticed it was a jail call so I quickly answered it and pressed 5. I laid back down and put the phone up to my ear.
"Yeah?" I said into the phone.
"That's how you answer your mother?" I heard, I smirked and opened my eyes. I hadn't heard from my mother in like a month because she was in Solitary. I was happy to hear her voice and that she was ok.
"My bad, I thought you was my father." I said looking at Nana as she cuddled up to my chest asleep. I rubbed her waist as she put her leg up on mine. "What you got going on though? You good?"
"I'm ok." She said softly into the phone. "Had a lot of time to reflect while I was in that damn hole. I just want to say sorry for not being there for you while you growing up baby. I know it's hard out there. I should be there so you can be kid. You have responsibilities like you're my fucking age!"
I ran my hand down my face. "It's ard. I'm good."
"You're my child. Your father should've never let all that responsibility on you. You're still in high school Hamza. It's not right and It's eating me up inside." She expressed cause me to scrunch my face up. I hated having this conversation. "I'm coming home."
"You coming home?" I reiterated in shock.
"I have a meeting with the parole board coming up and I need you to write them a letter saying you forgive me for what I did to you. It'll help my case. Please Hamza." She said, I sighed and looked off. I don't think I could write that. I don't even know if it's true.
"I don't know if I forgive you." I said lowly.
"You don't know if you forgive me?" She said into the phone. I could tell she was getting mad and I don't know why, but I felt a little scared. I never felt that way about anybody but my mother. She brought a different fear to me, I don't know why. "What do you mean?"
"How I know you got your anger in check?" I asked. "You go into a blind rage Ma. You get so mad that you hurt people around you. How am I supposed to know you've changed? You almost killed me."
"I've been in here for 18 fucking years! You don't think I know what the fuck I did to you! That shit kills me everytime I think about it! And I've been making it up to you every fucking day! I've been doing better!" She yelled into the phone, I frowned.
"Then why you yelling at me?" I said. "Just- chill."
"Chill? Chill? FUCK NO!" She yelled.
