Rambo || Bryson Tiller

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"Ok. You sure you okay?"

"Yea."

I nodded and left out the room wrapping my hair up in a ponytail as I cascaded the stairs.

"Mrs.Ann you need any help?" I asked shyly

She held a sorry face but soon smiled at my offer before nodding me into the kitchen.

"What we making?"

"What ever is in the fridge." She laughed
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"Bryson." I called walking into a dark room

He flashed the flashlight from his phone at me. I felt around the wall for the switch eventually finding it lighting up the room.

"Here babes. You hungry?"

"It depends. What is it? And who cooked it?" He laughed

"Beef stew. And me, I cooked it. Your mom cut up the veggies."

He laughed and took the bowl from my hands. I sat down on the floor with my bag pulling out my pajamas and bodily products.

"I'm going to shower."

Bryson
Kelly👎🏾
I'm hungry.
Come feed me and your child. 1:38pm

Your prolly with that bitch!
Fuck you Bryson! 3:49pm

I rolled my eyes swiping the notifications from my screen. She's going to drive me insane with these damn messages. I sighed and buried my head in my pillow until I heard the door open.

"Baby. We're about to leave. I wanted to say sorry about earlier. Your girlfriends beautiful and knows how to throw down in the kitchen. I love you."

"I love you too ma."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I heard Roses small voice push past my mom walks into the room. They hugged one another surprisingly and continued on their way.

"Let's talk."

"About?"

"Anything. I just need a reason to get my mind off of how bad my legs hurt."

"Sorry about that." I laughed

"It was worth it." She hopped in bed straddling my lap laying her head on my chest

"What were your parents like?"

She sighed before speaking.

"My mom had jet black curls that sat just a over her stomach and honey golden skin. My dad says I look like her but they always argued over that. She taught me how to cook and was always so understanding when I messed up. She didn't tell or fuss she'd stroke my hair and tell me it was okay and that she'd always be here to help me. I'd lay on her chest and listen to her heart pound until I fell asleep. Even as I was older she'd baby me like I was a newborn. She'd always do it in public and I hated it so I'd fuss at her then give her the quickest kiss before running off to class." She laughed

She wiped her with my already drenched shirt.

"My dad was light with bright eyes and curls of dark brown and blond hair. He would always sneak off with me for ice cream at his lunch break. He's always say "anytime I can spend with my babygirl is time well spent." He would always give me hugs before school and tuck money into my jacket pocket so my mom wouldn't notice. For my sophomore formal my date stood me up and I called my dad crying. He showed up in a suit and dress shoes with a bouquet of roses for me. We danced all night...well into my feet were tired. He was just my all around hero." She sat up and wiped her face a few times as the continuous tear left her eyes

"They gave me this." She pulled a chain from her shirt

"It's all I have left." She coughed

"Sorry about your shirt." She weakly laughed

"Fuck my shirt. Come here." I pulled her into my lap again not really knowing what to say to her

"Bryce?"

"Yea."

"I brought my book. Can we try out Exchange? You know to get my mind away from my parents."

She hopped from my lap grabbing yet another purple sparkle notebook with PRIVATE written on it before flipping thru a few pages and setting it in my lap

"All I have is the chorus. I'm not really a "verse" writer. Can't really seem to make things rhyme how they're suppose to."

"This is good babe. Pass me my laptop."

She retrieved my laptop and held her book as I tried to create a base for the chorus.

"Sing it ma."

"Give me all of you in Exchange for me. Just give me of you in Exchange for me, for me."

I had her sing it a million times until we agreed on a rough cut of the beat.

"I didn't know you knew how to make beats."

"I'm good with my fingers." I laughed

"Bye." She mushed my face with a laugh
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