Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke- Sixteen

Smøke | Sixteen
I basically took time to think about this story. What I had going for it, and how successful it went to be. I didn't think it was fair to put it on hold for those who do support it still. I'm not upset with one particular reader, it was just in general. As a writer I'm not obligated to wattpad, it is not a job. It's all for fun and being expressive with ideas and experiences. That's what I'm here for and hopefully as a reader you enjoy. So I decided to take it off hold, I just thought it was unfair. Thanks...

Levianna Stevenson.

New Years resolutions seem impractical for me, so I usually don't even think about it. But a gut feeling told me I needed to make one just for the hell of it. Nothing too complicated, nothing too easy, and it was an evident one.

Eleven twenty, we crowded at the empty field near downtown Los Angeles and sat in on blankets eating our pint boxes of shrimp fried rice. Brings good luck surprisingly. And tolerantly waited for fireworks.

"Open." Chris mutters with a fork full of shrimp fried rice read to be fed to me. He was only feeding me because I couldn't sit up alone, this baby bump was starting to throw out my back. I sat inbetween his legs laying against his chest.

"Think of a New Years resolution anyone?" I ask referring to the kids.

"What's that Ms. Levi?" Seryah asks stealing another one of her brother's shrimp. "It's something that you struggled on before and wanna improve for the new year." I reply as Chris feeds me an eggroll now.

"I have one." Carter beams.

"Share it boo."

"I wanna be more nicer to people, it feels good." He says.

"Nice one Carter." Chris says before Brayden speaks.

"Mine is I'm gonna start helping out around the house and stop playing video games all the time."

"I love that one." I joke as Chris shrugs.

"Noemi what's yours?" Chris says catching her attention.

"I'm not talking to daddy." Her mouth opens then shuts. Chris doesn't even continue feeding me.

"Beauty, w-why not?" He says skeptically.

"I don't want to. I don't need to."

And it's like a switch went off. He violently tosses the boxes of food over onto the grass and curses a few times. Laying in his arms I felt useless, I know Chris. What if he tries doing something stupid, there were only a few families out here but Chris wouldn't give a fuck!

"I was eating that-"

"Shut up Carter. You always got shit to say, that's stopping this year. Don't wanna hear a fucking word out of you that is disrespectful to anyone or I will beat your ass with my belt, understand me? Seryah, If daddy says stop. He means stop! There is no, 'I'll play a few more minutes' just stop dammit! Brayden you better stop kissing up to Levi. She's too old for you! Stop looking at her like she ain't got no clothes on boy, hell is wrong with you! And Noemi. Oh my fucking favorite of you kids. Yeah I said it, favorite. Don't hold a grudge against me, I promise you-"

My mind elevated somewhere else when he started this rant, that I could barely breathe and escape the fact that this is actually happening. He's going crazy right now, how many horrible things could he do in the blink of an eye, does he have any weapons on him? All that ran through my mind before I stopped him.

"Stop!" I screamed. "Stop it! They are over here in tears and you're telling of your own kids! What the fuck is wrong with you are you crazy?" I cry our struggling to stand up from out of his arms.