Counseling My Thug (Discontinued)

~Chapter 20~

The smell of chocolate chip cookies feels my nose.

"All That" plays on the TV and me and Trina starts to sing along with the theme song. Mama is cooking dinner along with the cookies. It smells like chicken and greens.

"Cause we're all that!" Trina sings beside me. I start to bounce on the couch along to the song until I hear the front door slam shut.

"What the fuck did I tell you bitch? Didn't I tell you my shit need to be ready when I get home?" I hear my father's voice boom through the house.

"I know baby and I'm sorry. I'm almost finished I swear."

I look over at Trina and I see that she has tears in her eyes and starts to sniffle.

"It's too late for sorry."

I hear dishes crashing unto the floor and my mother screaming. My father grunts with each punch that sounds through the house. Trina covers her ears while sobbing on the couch. I feel tears come to my eyes as my mother pleads for my father to stop. I run to the doorway of the kitchen to see my mother bawled up in a corner and my father kicking her in the ribs.

"Mama!" I yell and he turns around to me with an angry expression. My mother looks up at me with a brusied face and tears in her eyes.

"Baby please, please go sit down." She sobs out and I start to grow angry. I started to get angry, an anger that a 7 year old shouldn't feel.

"You stop hitting my mama! You don't hit her no more or I'm telling the police!" I yell out and my mother starts to sob even louder. My father stares at me for a long time before walking over to me.

"Larry! Larry please don't!" She screams and stands to her feet. She grabs his shoulder and he shoves her off. He picks me up by my collar and starts to dangle me in the air.

"You going call the police on me little punk? Huh? I'm the one paying for the motherfucking bills in this house! Where the fuck y'all going go if you call the police on me?" He says, with each word spit comes flying in my face. He keeps shaking me and I flinch as his fist raises to my face.

The look in his eyes completely change and he sits me down on the floor. He looks over at my mother who was sitting on the floor crying and trying to wipe the blood off of her face.

He stares at us one more time before walking over to the door and putting his hand on the knob. He starts to walk out until Trina walks into the kitchen, causing him to turn towards us. His eyes start to soften and I see a tear escape his eye.

"I'm sorry."

Is the last thing he said before we never saw him again.

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                                                                                                  Trey's POV

I sit up in the bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. I try to get my breathing under control and wipe off the sweat on my forehead.

"Shit." I mumble to myself before throwing back the sheets and getting out of bed. I haven't had a nightmare about him in a long time. They started back after Lashay left. I rub my hand down my face and grab my phone off the dresser.