Proof

P - 3

Chris POV

I knocked on the door. My mother opened the door. She looked at me. "What are you doing here?" I walked in her apartment. "Chris, why haven't you learned that you need to wait to be let in?"
"Mama, I'm sad." my mother looked at me. She rolled her eyes and then sat down at on her couch.

"What happened?"

"Rita is bringing up old shit again." I said. My mother grabbed my hand.

"Alright."

"I hate when she does that. Especially when it has to do with mistakes I made in the past."

"Did you tell her that?"

"Why wouldn't I tell her that?"

"I don't know. But did you set this straight before than?"

"That one day she called me a bad father. Yeah."

"Oh yeah I forgot. Oh she's a horrible person."
"Oh yeah and I forgot she told me that little Chris wasn't mine."

"She what?" my mother stood up and walked over to the little closet near the bathroom. She pulled a bat out the closet and then went to open the door.

"Ma where are you going?" I asked running after her. She was pounding on Rita's door. Rita opened the door and looked at my mother then at me. She crossed her arms.

"What have you done to my son?" my mother asked holding up the bat towards Rita's face. Rita looked at the bat then at me.

"Chris, can you please tell your mother to put that bat down." I looked around for a second and then grabbed my mother's arm and put her arm down. She looked at me like I did something wrong and then I grabbed the bat and leaned it against the wall. When I looked up my mother's hands were wrapped around Rita's neck.

'Ma." I pried my mother's hands from Rita's neck and then pulled her back into her apartment. I closed the door. Then I looked at her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm tired of people hurting you. I'm tired of it. Don't they know how sensitive you are."
"I'm not sensitive."

"I can tell that you were crying." my mother said going into the kitchen and bringing out an ice pack. "Put this under your eyes. They're swollen."
"I wasn't crying."

"Sure that's why your eyes are swollen."
"So, doesn't mean I was crying." I sat down on the couch.

"Put the ice pack on your fucking eye." I rolled my eyes and put the ice pack on my eye. "Now Chris, you are sensitive and it's nothing wrong with that. I promise."

"Ma."
"Don't Ma, me Chris. You need to learn that there is nothing wrong with wanting to feel a certain way about things. If you feel sad, cry. If you feel mad,... cry." I laughed. "If you feel happy laugh that lovely laugh I love. Chris, one thing I love the most about you is that you speak your mind. If something doesn't seem right, you speak on it."

"Yeah but when I speak on it, problems happen. That's why me and Rita aren't in the same place right now."
"Maybe she doesn't like the truth. Try to break it to her slowly."

"How?"

"Like, I feel angry when you bring up the past. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this anymore. Maybe we should do something else instead." I looked at my mother. But I could barely see her because of the ice pack. I moved it.

"Why do you sound like a therapist?" I asked.

"Because I watch a lot of Dr. Phil." I smiled. "Look, Chris you get angry a lot. That's sort of natural. You just have to learn how to cope with your anger."

"But ya see, I didn't do anything wrong."
"But ya see, you did. Chris, you just have to learn how to talk about problems you have, in a more subtle way."

"Like?"

"Like the way I just taught you. Let's practice."

"Alright."

"So, I just came in with Charlie-"
"You still dating him?"

"Don't cut me off." I looked at my mother.

"Alright."

"Like I was saying, I just came in with Charlie. And we were kissing."

"Eww."

"Shut up Christopher" she hit me. "Now what would you do?"
"Eww ma. Stop being nasty."
"Shut up boy. In the nice way.'

"Alright, uh. I don't like when I see you kissing other people because it's nasty."

"Not the nice way but it's close." Then someone knocked on the door. "Now here's someone you need to say nice things to." she ran to the door and opened it. Rita walked in. "What is it with you children and not waiting to be let in."

"Chris, I'm sorry."
"Rita. Let me speak." I stood up. "I don't like it when you bring up the past. It makes me feel belittled."

"If it makes you feel any better, I feel belittled sometimes too."
"Why? I try to strive to make you my Queen."
"Because Royalty is the Queen."

"Oooh, caught me."

"Chris, I want to be your everything too. But I feel like sometimes you don't give me the same treatment you would give Ro."

"Uh how do I say this ma?"

"I never seen this problem on Dr. Phil before sweetheart. Sorry." my mother walked into the kitchen. I looked at Rita.

"Look, Rita, I think that I treat her like this because she was all I had besides my mother at one point. She's my first child. The first woman to steal my heart instantly. I think that maybe I treat you differently also because you hurt me before. But truthfully, you aren't my Queen."

"Hurt." my mother called from the kitchen.

"You are my Sacagawea."

"Ohh. I don't know what the means.." my mother said walking back in the living room with a bag of popcorn. I stared at her. "You in my house. I do what I want." she sat down on the couch and ate her popcorn.

"I don't know what that means either."

"You are that one person in my life, besides my mother, who keeps me held together. Who keeps me in one piece. You are my sunlight to my day because I don't think I would have survived through all of the shit people put me through. Rita Sacagawea Ora, I fucking love you. I never stopped loving you."

"I never stopped loving you either Chris." she was about to kiss me when I pulled back.

"Is Chris mine?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't he be?" I looked at her. "Oooh, I said that. Yeah he's yours. Sorry for making you mad. I shouldn't have said that."

"Yeah you shouldn't have."

"Shut up or I'll take it back."
"Too late."

"I really don't like you."
"That's because you love me."
"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."
"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do muhfucking too."

"Watch ya mouth Chris." 

Random author's note: I call this white boy my nigga. He's excited...