"Fuck all these bitches, I'm yours." - Future
ANT
"So... what's goin' on? We got the DNA test, Reign is mine. But she look so much like Montana, mane. You got answers?" I ask my dad, sitting across from him and my hoe ass momma in his man cave. Vonte is sitting next to me laughing his ass off for no reason.
My momma looks at my dad. "You know what, the sun is shining, my dıck is growing, and I look good. You want some pizza rolls?" my dad asks. "This nigga..." Vonte says, dying laughing.
"Dad, don't do that shit. What yall hiding?" I ask. "Ant, baby, you know me and you never bonded?" my mom asks. "That's your fault." I answer. She sighs. "So, you never met my side of the family." she says, then pauses as my little brother Adam walks in here. I'm still stuck on how I have a fifteen year old brother and the only way I found out was cause he looked like me and was in Reign's class when she was little. I can't believe my parents.
He nods his head at me and Vonte. "Can I go to your house?" he asks. "I don't care." I answer. Him and my kids go to the same school so I'll just give him a ride tomorrow. "Why you don't wanna come over my house, lil bruh?" Vonte asks, smirking at him. "Cause I ain't tryin' to get my virginity taken by one of your nasty stripper friends." he answers. "He gay." Vonte says, laughing. "Shut up, Vonte, I ain't gay." he says.
I shake my head. "Go get yo stuff ready." I say. He nods his head then looks at my dad. "Dad, I need you to sign my progress report for cosmetology." he says. "You don't have no business in that class no way." my dad says. Adam narrows his eyes at him then walks out. I shake my head. My dad be so hard on my lil brother for the stupidest reasons but it is what it is. It'll only make him stronger.
"Back to me... well, I have a sister. Her name is Paris, she is Montana and Darius' mom. I'm sorry for hiding this, but all of her children, especially Montana and Darius are your first cousins." she says, making me sick to my stomach.
I stand up then walk out, shaking my head. I'm keeping that to myself. I'm so disgusted. It seems like every time I try to work on my anger, somebody hit me with some shit that pisses me off and makes me wanna kill mothafuckas. This some straight bullshit.
"We finna go?" Adam asks. I nod my head yes. He grabs his Nike duffel bag then follows me out the house. I really don't have much to say to my parents right now. My dad knew just like my momma did. So, that's why Reign resembles Montana so much, that's why she looks so much like his momma, that bitch is her auntie.
I refuse to share this information with the kids, Jessica, or him. Jessica and the kids are already going through too much and this will only add to the stress so I'm gone leave this shit alone and keep things the way they are.
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I just got to my house. Adam follows me in. "Hey, Jessica." he says, hugging her. She's watching TV on the couch while eating pineapples and peaches. "You trying to make that puşsy taste sweet for me?" I joke, trying to lighten her dull mood. She still is really down.
She doesn't say anything. "Hey, Adam." she mumbles. Noble walks downstairs sagging hard as hell. "Pull yo pants up boy." Jessica demands. "That ugly ass sagging shit. Boy, please." she adds. He laughs. "Ma, I need a belt. LaLa cut my Ferragamo belt in half. The one I wear all the time." he says, laughing. "Ant, go get your son a belt." she mumbles.
He looks at Adam. "Hey, nephew." Adam sarcastically says, laughing to get under Noble's skin. I chuckle. It's funny how he's younger than my oldest kids and is really their uncle. My parents old asses didn't have no business making him at that age. He literally just turned fifteen just like Reign.
