Undeniable

U.4

"The pastors daughter"

Trina

I removed my cheetah print covers from my body then swung my thick legs to the floor letting my feet sink into the soft carpet.

Today was going to be a rough day for me.... shit a rough weekend. I have to host Bible study today then Kyrie wants to have a meeting then Sunday I have to go to church.

Now I'm pretty sure my pictures have already gotten around to all of the younger members in my church and some of them are going to threaten to show my mother and father.

Basically I live a double life, I'm not as street and Hood as everybody thinks I am. I grew up in the white areas but I begged my parents to let me go to this school because all my friends went there.

My mother and father are the type to want to know what's exactly going on with me. So the scar A'Marah gave a while back I had to lie and say it was a cheerleading accident.

This time I couldn't hide it , my face is all fucked up but I let the pain stay back and creep inside of me. Cause no matter how much pain I'm feeling or how scared I am, I'll never let anybody see my weakness.

Ima tough bitch by heart, you don't have to grow up in the Hood to be a Hood rat. I knew I was cut from a different cloth when I saw how my family act , fake and sidity I don't roll like that.

Church dresses and hats that's not my style , tight dresses and tattoos that's how I get around. My people would kill me if they knew about the life I lived , they'll baptize my again if they found out I aborted a kid.
It's alotta secrets to this shit.

I looked in my mirror staring at my bad reflection , my war scars stood out man that ugly bitch stomped my face black and blue , ima get that bitch drug from 15th place all the way to 4th avenue.

My fingers ran across my scar , I winced in pain once I touched a soft spot. She fucked me up bad , black eyes, bleeding nose, bussed lips and she left marks on my cheek bones.

I was still that bad bitch, Nobody will never ever take that from me! My mom blessed me with a body and of course Ima run with it , my big sister turned out to be just like my mom , waiting on a man hand and foot.... her fiance is a counselor for struggling teenagers... sorta like their pastor.

My sister was just like me at a point but she turned her life around once she noticed God had a way out for her. She'd always PREACH to me about my wrong doings and that the Bible said this and that but I be telling her I don't care , God still got my back.

I flicked on my bathroom light and went inside my draw and pulled out my makeup bag , first I brushed my teeth and washed my face and took a shower . I got out wrapped the towel around my curvacious body then I applied the make up to my beaten up face.

I was always good at makeup but my mother told me that's not a promising career . The career I should have is to be the best wife to my husband and cater to his every need.

Now of days if you do that a nigga will run over you and do whatever they want. Being up under your man isn't going to keep him , if he not happy then he not happy.

My phone began to ring inside of my Burberry purse that was all the way by my dresser , I finished touching up my face leaving me flawless then I clutched on to my towel and jogged towards the phone before it stopped ringing.

I ended up knocking the purse down on to the floor because my hyper ass was doing to much , I bent over and picked up my items off of the floor.