LYRIC
"That's not what I want to do mom."
Here we were. Arguing again about what I should do with MY LIFE. I had just graduated from high school ,and would be starting college soon. Wasn't she happy enough?
"You're not going all the way there so that you can party all night, drink and do drugs, and drop out of school! She yelled at me.
"But I don't want to stay here under you my whole life, why won't you understand that? I'm an adult now and you're still treating me like I'm 5. I'm the one who controls my life now." I pointed at my chest while standing up from the couch in the living room.
"Well in that case don't expect a dime from me, do everything your damn self since you're so grown because I'll be damned if it goes to waste."
"Oh my god. Are you serious? You're upset because I don't want to stay in New Jersey? Atlanta isn't even that far!" Of course I received a few scholarships to pay off SOME of my tuition, but not all and I needed money for books. I didn't have that much money of my own, my mom never let me work because she felt like she could take care of me herself without anybody's help. I was the only child and no my father was not in the picture, he had left when he found out about me.
"I'm tired of having this discussion with you. I'm keep telling you this world is a bad place. But do whatever the hell you want Lyric."
I was tired of her having so much control over me as a person. When I was a child, that was expected of her, but she couldn't keep doing this and I was growing sick of it. I did everything I could to make her a proud parent, why couldn't she trust me to start making my own descions?
I felt my breathing rate speed up and I grew angrier just thinking about it. "You know what.. I just think that you don't want me to end up pregnant like you.. Except I'm not 15." I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked a bit.
The look on her face wiped it completely off though, I knew I had made a low blow.
Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation on my cheek and my hand immediately flew up to the place my mom had hit me.
I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. She had never put her hands on me like that before.
"You know I don't tolerate that type of disrespect,have you lost yo rabbit ass mind!?"
I said nothing and quickly ran up to my room, packing any and everything that I could carry in a few garbage bags. Fuck this shit. I was tired & I was done being so nice.
I walked into my bathroom to grab anything else I might need and glanced up at the mirror in front of me. The left side of my face was red and it made tears start forming again.
I threw my long curly hair in a bun on top of my head and put a bit of makeup where the bruise was. I observed myself afterwards.
A few beauty marks and freckles covered my caramel brown skin and I stood at 5'5. My body was average, but the lower region of it was a bit thicker than other girls. I've always been told that I looked different from everybody else, I had a unique appearance.
Picking up my bags, I dragged them out the door and downstairs. I looked around and my mom was nowhere to be found. I slammed the door shut and loaded my things into the car that my grandfather had bought me a year ago before he passed away.
That's who I needed the most right now. I hadn't been the same ever since. I spent months grieving and I would still cry from time to time. I could talk to him about anything and our connection couldn't be compared to anybody else's.
I drove off heading to Atlanta. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was going to figure out something. Soon. I was an adult now and I would have to experience the real world by myself.
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Had to do a prologue to give yall some background info, so you won't be confused later on in the book 😛 so far so good?
