Tokyo's POV
I was sitting on my stool painting on my canvas,I was doing abstract art. I haven't touched a paint brush or a drawing pencil in a while. The colors I was painting with were bright neon colors, because of the way I was feeling, happy.
It was 6:47 in the afternoon, and I haven't left my room since this morning just to use the bathroom and eat breakfast. I was almost done with my masterpiece until my mother called me, I sighed getting up to see what could she possibly want.
Making my way to her room, I knocked on her door before going inside. "You called me?" I asked her she was laying down and staring at me before saying "Yeah, I need you to do me a favor" "Which is?" I asked. "Pass me the remote that's sitting on my dresser" she said reaching her arm out to the dresser, like she was struggling to get it. Really B.. Really?
I smacked my lips walking over to the dresser, snatching the remote and tossing it to her. "Don't be throwing shit at me, now you get it and put it in my hand" she said with her hand out looking off to the side. I looked at her very annoyed "I'm not doing that shit, its bad enough I came to check to see what you wanted anyway" I said getting smart. She raised an eyebrow up before looking at me like I had grew thee heads.
"Girl if you don't bring your big ass over here, and hand me that remote, before I get up" she threatened. I had a bored look on my face and crossed my arms letting her know I wasn't going to move, so she got out of the bed slowly, and approached me. "You think you big and bad now huh? See I been letting your fat ass slide these pass couple of weeks, thinking you run shit now" she said with her face inching closer to mines.
"No, I'm just tired of your shit, you've been treating me like trash for years and today's the day I put my foot down and stand my ground" I said inching my face closer to hers. She looked shocked for a moment but that soon turned into an angry face, she grabbed my face making her long nails sink more into my skin as she spoke.
"You must forgot that your my daughter, you obey me and do as I say" she spoke with gritted teeth. I slapped her hand off me "Trick I don't have to do shit, I'm supposed to be your daughter but yet you treat me like trash, you don't care about me you never did so get off my tip with that "your my daughter" shit" I replied.
Its a shame to say my own mother doesn't care, or like me I just don't understand why she hates me. I haven't done anything to her but stole her man, and she don't even know about that. Before Jermaine came into the broken picture she always acted like that. Gave me nothing but hell instead of wise words, teach me how to approach boys, how to cook and more.
She's not my mother, she a stranger named Crystal that I'm roommates with- I got cut out of my thoughts when I felt a sting on my cheek. I pouted backing away from her, looking at her with watery eyes "I'm not understandin, why ya hate me so much? I ain't do nun ta deserve dis" I spoke with my southern accent. "What the hell are you talking about Tokyo?" She asked annoyed.
I wrapped my arms around each other before letting my tears race down my face. "Why ya hate me man?, why ya treat me da way ya do?, ya hate me fa no reason" I said. She chuckled "Why I hate you? Simply because you look like your fuck ass father,you took my life away when you were born, your fat ass hell,and last but not least I wanted a boy, but instead God cursed me with you!" She yelled.
I looked her not even shocked,my heart ache when she said that to me, more tears flowed down my face. Wow... The only thing I could think was why live with someone that doesn't gives a fuck about you?. "Fuck you" was the only I had to say before leaving out her room. I didn't want to be in her presence any long or I'd regret choking her ass out.
