𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Run Away Love

Walk on minks~ Future
"You can walk on minks, baby"

Lyriq POV
"Jeremiah, leave me the fuck alone, nigga. Damn." I cussed out the dreadhead boy.

He's so fucking annoying.

"Bruh, who is you talking to? I don't want my son wearing no fucking pink. He ain't no fucking girl. Stupid ass bitch." He cussed me out.

I sighed.

"Goofy ass ho. My son ain't finna be no faggot." He continued on.

My legs shook in frustration. This nigga always wanna argue or cuss. He never talks shit out. Just always so negative.

So today Nasir, our five year old son, had an appointment. Jeremiah getting mad because I put him on a pink BAPE Camo Shark Down Jacket, Antique Indigo Amiri Distressed Denim Jeans, a Versace 90s vintage logo T-shirt, and Jordan 5 "Medium Soft Pink" sneakers.

"Bitch, fuck is you looking at me for? Go get him changed. You not finna embarrass me. It's probably a nigga you want him to look gay for. Tryna make that nigga think I'm weak cause you're a whore. Thot ass bitch. I'll kill you and that nigga." He scowled at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"You know I don't even get out of the house." I defended myself.

"I don't give a fuck. Get him changed, bitch." He ordered me.

"He's fine with what-

"Man, what the fuck I just say?" He choked me against the wall.

"Stop." I cried, trying to get out of his grip.

"Go change him before I fuck you up!" He screamed at me.

My lip quivered.

He knows that I hate being yelled at.

He finally let me go and I sat down.

"Everytime you don't listen to me, I'ma contemplate smacking the fuck out if you. If I have to contemplate too much, I'm gonna fucking punch you. Quit pissing me the fuck off, Lyriq. You understand?" He gave me the craziest look ever.

Fear shot through my veins.

"Y-yes, Jeremiah. I understand." I gulped.

"Nah, bitch. Say "yes sir". I'm superior." He gritted.

"Yes sir, I understand." I corrected myself.

"Good. Get over here and give me some pussy." He pulled his pants down, stripping naked.

"Okay." I mumbled.

"Hurry the fuck up. And don't think I'm finna eat you out, you lost those privileges." He spat.

I didn't rebut with him. I'm just tryna be at peace. Like, I like the sex with him 100%, it's just all we ever do. Nothing romantic. Just sexual. It's tiring.

I gotta get the fuck out of here. He's always home, though. That's the thing.

I tip-toed out of bed, shining the dim light around as I gathered my belongings. Today is the day that I leave. I have to. This is a bad environment for my son.

"Come on, Nasir." I grabbed the boy's arm. He was playing with his toys.

Why is he even up this late? Jeremiah said he was in bed. You know what? Nevermind.

"Where we-

"Shh." I hushed him.

He talks very loud, and I don't want to wake Jeremiah's angry ass up.

"Where are we going, mama?" He asked, trailing behind me.

"Away. Stay quiet. Come on." I zipped his coat up.

Nasir and I got into the car, speeding out of the parking lot immediately as the car turned on.

"Is daddy coming too?" He asked me.

"No." I replied.

He pouted.

"Aw, why?" He asked.

"Nasir..." I looked at him.

"Okay, fine. I'll stop asking you questions." He sighed.

"Is it because he hit you?" Nasir asked, breaking the silence.

I tensed up.

"What do you mean-

"I seen him hit you a lot of times. It's bad. Boys aren't supposed to hit girls," he told me.

"I'm sorry you had to see that bud." I frowned.

I feel like such a horrible mother.

"I love you mama," he told me.

"I love you too, buddy." I told him.

This is just the first chapter. There are plenty of more chapters to come. Nasir is Lyriq's child that she had at 14. He stayed with her aunt until she turned 18. Jeremiah was 14.5 when Nasir was born.