⚠️Megan G!P⚠️
"There's just something about you that keeps me floating.
You see what's inside. Broken, restored it.
It's unconditional, these days you know?"
-Brandy
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Megan
"Why the fuck you ain't kill that bitch???" Glo asks snatching one of the dinosaur nuggets I made for Mason off of the baking tray.
I always make 3 or 4 extra when she's here because she's always eating off Mase's plate.
19 eating a 3 year old's lunch. Crazy.
"Stop stealing my son's food. And I just didn't..."
"You said you were gonna put one in her head. What happened?" Latto asks.
I've never killed anyone and I don't want to cross that line.
Especially now that I have kids and a future wife.
"You should have at least stomped her ass out." Glo says.
"I left her with Anthony. She either dying painfully, she's a drug mule or she's being sex trafficked right now. Either way she's suffering." I tell them.
Leaving Caresha with him is way worse than anything I could've ever done to her myself.
My uncle is a vile detestable person who thoroughly enjoys coming up with ideas to bring harm to others.
"And her mama is probably next because she broke the no-contact rule." I sigh.
"Good! Fuck Trina old hateful ass." Glo says around a mouthful of nuggets before taking a sip of the Capri sun she also stole.
"Deadass. She should've died from the shit she said about you. Should have choked to death on them fucking words." Latto agrees.
As much as I don't fuck with Miss Brownlee for a multitude of reasons, I'm glad she called me to pick up Mase.
I just wish I had him for the first 3 years.
I feel guilty that I was out there wilding and doing whatever while he was trapped with Caresha's weird, abusive ass.
I know I didn't know about him but I feel like I abandoned him.
He needed me.
Just as I'm about to respond to my friends, Mason comes running into the room effectively ending all conversation about murdering his mother and grandmother.
He stops dead in his tracks, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Glo.
"Mine." He says pointing to the chicken nugget in her hand.
"You don't want to share with your favorite auntie?" She asks him.
"No." He says simply, shaking his head.
I bust out laughing.
I'm happy to hear him talking a little more and seeing him come out of his shell a bit.
His therapist says he's making progress and I can see it.
"I told you to stop stealing his food, Gloria." I chuckle taking the nugget from her and passing it to my son.
Mason climbs into Latto's lap as if to emphasize to Glo that she's not his favorite auntie right now.
"I ain't know he was gone beef with me over it." Glo laughs.
"Lies. Y'all do this every day." Latto laughs.
It's true, Glo and Mason stay fake beefing.
Mostly because Glo is childish as hell.
I put his plate down with a small portion of his lunch and he gets busy.
"Mase, you gotta swallow the food that's already in your mouth first." Latto chuckles sliding the plate away from him before he can stuff another nugget in his already full mouth.
I have to give him food bit by bit because he'll eat way too fast and his stomach will start hurting or he'll throw up.
Because Caresha's bitch ass was starving him.
Maybe I should have gotten a few licks in on Caresha before I left.
But I knew I wouldn't stop until she was dead.
Anthony certainly wouldn't have stopped me.
He would have encouraged me.
I don't want her blood on my hands and I don't want to be anything like my uncle.
Even on the off chance that I'm wrong about him having something to do with my dad's death, that nigga knew I had a child and kept him from me.
For no reason.
That bitch could have taken the fucking money. I grew up without it. It's not that deep.
Mason would have been here with me and my mama, though.
Maybe seeing her grandson would have made her fight harder...
Beyoncé enters the kitchen with the baby in her arms and Jojo immediately reaches for me, damn near leaping out of Bey's arms to get to me.
"Not you think you can fly." I laugh grabbing her.
I still can't believe I have a 6 month old and a 3 year old.
And on top of all that I have Beyoncé.
I don't even know that I deserve her, but I'm so glad I have her.
She places a little more food on Mason's plate and reminds him to slow down while he eats.
I don't know why God made Caresha his other biological parent because it feels like Beyoncé was always supposed to be his mother.
I wish I could erase that piece of shit from his DNA.
I can't think of a single trait or quality of hers that I would want him to have.
--
I know y'all wanted Caresha to get fucked up but Megan ain't that type. 😭😭😭
