Tamar Braxton's Daughter *Not Edited*

Chapter 7

If I don't have you music video is above.

IT IS AMAZING!!!!!

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It's been a week since Miss E told me that she'll slap the piss out of me. Luckily she didn't. I have made up with her as for Vince, I decided to let bygones be bygones but now I need to tell my mum about my dad.

He texts me every hour of everyday. It gets hard sometimes, I'm scared about what he'll do.

"Momma, you looked so beautiful in your music video or in your words, I'm a treasure chest."

She starts dancing a bit, "Whose your momma? I'm your momma." She stops and flicks her hair back, "Gah, why do you have such a beat mum?"

I smile before it slowly fades away. "What's wrong, T?"

She sits down next to me and I just take out my phone. I go on my messages and I put the phone on her lap. "Just read it." I observe her face carefully as it drops while she's reading the messages.

It's embarrassing having your father harrassing you like this. It breaks my heart knowing how much my father hates me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tamar's voice comes off quiet and shaky. I shrug, she then slumps back on the sofa. "Imma report his stupid black ass. Stupid moth-"

I decide to intervene, "He ain't fully black. His 3/4 and his 1/4 of something else. That's why I have green eyes."

"He's my ex and even I didn't know that. I just thought that God decided to give you them for no reason." She laughs and so do I.

I pull her in for a hug.

"Next time you better tell me. We are meant to tell eachother EVERYTHING! If you are in trouble then you better tell me or else I'm going to throw away them new Jimmy Choo's that I bought you."

I raise an eyebrow at her, "You can't throw Jimmy's away."

"No but I can sell them." I pout at her and she laughs before unlocking my phone. She starts typing away at my phone. Once she's done she chucks the phone at me. "Stupid ass ain't gonna be texting your small ass."

I go to my recent messages,

Tehehehe.... Remember me. It's your daughters BEAT TO DEATH mother. Scratch that, MY daughter.

Text my daughter again then imma make sure that I sue and report then press charges on your black ass. 3/4 black or not, you still dark as hell.

I hope the holy ghost comes over and zaps your ass back to where it belongs.

Stay away from us. POINT! BLANK! AND THE PERIOD!

GET YOUR LIFE!

Text again, I dare you. You also need to have several seats, in fact you can have the whole of Madison Square Garden. If your broke ass can afford it.

Peace in the middle east,

Tay Tay

I stiffen before I start laughing. I sure do love my mum.

"Now, T, get up and twerk with me." She gets up and starts twerking (gif).

"Btw, I ain't got a small booty. It's just going through some development stages." I get up and walk over to her.

"Development stages my ass, I was already thickums at your ages. THICK THIGHS! Now twerk with me. Show me what your BEAT TO CAPACITY mother gave you."

What she doesn't know is that when I lived with my dad, I used to dance. Twerking is nothing. I start twerking alongside her. She looks impressed but that only causes me to stop and laugh.

Miss E walks in. My mum continues to twerk.

"Evelyn, join us." I start laughing and twerking at the same time. My mum cracks me up.

"Yes, Evelyn." She gives me a look, "Grandma, join us."

"Grandma makes me sound old." She walks over to us.

"But you look good for your age." I bite my lip as I say this but it's true. She looks AMAZING!

"I know I do look good." She pats her hair but doesn't twerk with us. My mum is going at it like crazy. "Now stop all this ridiculous dancing and get the chicken out."

I stop. Oooooh I LOVE HER COOKING.

"Yes mam." My mum is too much, she stops twerking. "Why we need the chicken?"

"Because I'm making fried chicken." Tamar and I high five.

"But why?" I nudge my mum.

"Mum, don't question someone who wants to cook." I get out all the things that Miss E will need to cook the chicken.

"Can't I cook for my beautiful daughter and granddaughter." She washes her hands as she says this.

"You mean your beat to death daughter." I nudge my mum. "And your beat granddaughter." I purse my lips at my mum.

She grabs a hold of my hand and starts pulling me out the kitchen. "But momma, if you gonna cook the fried chicken then you may as well make them biscuits."

"No, I'm not making the biscuits." I bite my tongue.

"Yes you are." My mum pulls me out and into a hug. "Just because we're laughing and having fun does not excuse the fact that something serious is going on. We will deal with it and if he messages you, tell me."

My mum gives me kiss on the forehead. God, I love my mum. Plus she smells good too.

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