Mistreated (Editing!)

Birthday Surprise! (43)

Tailand's P.O.V

1 Week And
A Half Later

Things been straight since me and Audrey got back together. Except for the fact she been all down my back about the whole fighting thing at the gym.

I get in my car sighing. They still ain't find nothing. I decided a few weeks ago that I wanted to put in a notice that I'm looking for my real parents at the adoption agency. They said it take awhile for them to locate them especially if they didn't leave a contact number like fake my parents did.

I've been waiting patiently for an answer but now I'm starting to get restless.

I wanted to talk to Audrey about it but I haven't gotten around to it...there's just been too much going on and she's been to upset to talk to me.

I sigh thinking about her face the last time we got into an argument. I was supposed to grab some butter and heavy whipping cream so she could hook up some shrimp alfredo but... I got a little side-tracked. It took me completely by surprise... long story short, I ain't come back with the groceries and she was pissed off. But when she got a good look of my face, she was livid. She went crazy! I could barely calm her down, it took about an hour of me holding her down and trying to talk over her in order for her to stop trying to run out the house and quote on quote kick somebody muthafuckin ass.

I shake my head and chuckle.. at least I know that if a nigga was ever in some real trouble she would not hesitate to fuck someone up.

I wonder if our kids gon get her crazy genes. I laugh thinking about how much she was fighting me to get out my arms. I just know our kids gon be some crazy ass gremlins.

I wonder if I got some of my parents traits.. like maybe I won't fit in cause I didn't grow up with them.. what If I turn out to be just like my foster family? I don't know what I'm gon do when I meet them.. to be honest i'm real nervous about the whole thing. I have so many questions to ask them. How was I when I was a baby? Do I have any other siblings? What's the story behind why they gave me up? If my mother and father are still alive. It's endless.

I pull out of the driveway and head to her house. I need to find a way to talk to her about this cause I need her opinion and It's something I want her to be apart of..

Her birthday is coming up in a few days, I really want to surprise her.. I was thinkin some dinner and then a basketball game. Since I know she loves basketball.. her favorite team is playing and I wanted to get front row seats for us. I know she'll flip.. I just don't know how I'm gon make that happen yet.

I pull up to her house and get out grabbing the flowers in the seat then locking the door. She looks through the curtain and I shake my head and laugh.

I walk up to the door and knock. Seconds later, she opens it and looks me over. She's checking me for scars or bruises.

"Am I good?" I ask bein smart. She looks at me and roll her eyes walking away. My eyes follow her as she goes to the kitchen. Mm mm mmm... she ain't wearin nothin but a T-Shirt and a thong. I shake my head and clear my throat. I shake myself out of it and follow her to the kitchen.

She was leaning on the counter drinking something.. I sniff leaning toward her.

"Is that alcohol?" I ask and she gives me the side eye and then quickly downs it.

"Nope." She says after she swallows it.

I shake my head. "Babe, why you drinkin?" I ask her.

"Because Tailand! You didn't come home last night!" She says and I hang my head.