taraji h.
it was my week to get the kids. we were currently boarding my private jet. they asked me if i could take them to Disney Land last week, which was toya's week, but i couldn't, so we're going now.
"mommy, bye." autumn hugged toya.
"bye toya." winter said and ran up the steps.
"see you later, autumn, baby. winter, come back down!"
"yes, mommy?"
"what did you just call me?"
"mommy."
"no, before that."
"i said mommy"
"winter, stop playing with me so much. don't ever address me as toya, or i will tear your ass in."
"okay"
"and dont let her do it when im not around." she told me. the audacity of this bitch.
"dont talk to me. go sit down winter."
"or what?"
"or ill tie you to the roof of this jet and let you explore the clouds."
"i really turned you into a psychopath. that sweet innocent henson i met is now gone."
"walk away from me now if you wanna continue to live."
"make me."
"aye, start this jet." i grabbed her by the wig and walked over to the turbofan. i hopped on the fin of the jet and dragged her stupid ass up there with me. she was screaming for dear life as her face got closer to the fan.
"TARAJI LET ME GO!"
"apologize stupid bitch."
"IM SORRY OKAY IM SORRY!"
"next time i tell you to walk away you do that. you understand that?"
"yes!"
"good. now, play with me again and watch how fast i forget you the mother of my kids."
my guards helped me down. i told them to let her get herself down. she slipped because of the heels she was wearing. hopefully the dumb bitch broke a few bones.
i walked inside of the jet and found winter laughing. autumn was on her ipad watching something.
"what's funny?"
"mommy was saying sorry sorry." she laughed even harder, mocking toya's voice. she wasn't supposed to see that.
"silly. autumn, how yo ankle feeling?"
"like it did when i first hurt it. i miss soccer."
"you'll be able to play again in a few months. dont let it bring you down, though. you gon ruin your mood at disney land if you do."
"mom, it's disney world."
"same difference"
"no, say it like that. you talk like a forty year old."
"and how does a forty year old talk?"
"like mommy."
"good thing, im only twenty-seven. i haven't reached forty."
"i know how old you are that's why you should stop talking like you're older than your age."
"ok, fine, i guess."
"MOMMA!" winter yelled from the back.
"yes, winter?"
"hi"
