Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Four

Keona's POV

I woke up and took a quick shower. I put on a white t-shirt and some jeans with my Air Force Ones. I already told Anna to meet us at my mama house. I went in the living room and Que was on his phone, texting someone.

"Good morning." I tapped his shoulder.

"Morning. You ready to go?" He asked getting off the couch.

"Yup." I nodded and we walked out the house.

Que went to Burger King to get breakfast then we were in front of mama's house.

"You coming in?" I looked at him and he sighed.

"I really don't wanna talk, but I'll speak." He said.

We stepped out the car and walked up 3 steps. I grabbed my keys and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and stepped in.

"Ma, it's me!" I went in my room and grabbed my college papers.

"Keona?" I heard my mom. "Oh my God, Jacquees!"

I walked out my room to see mama hugging Que, but he refused to hug her back.

"Baby, how are you?" she asked.

"I aint really come here to hold a conversation with you. I only came down here to get Keona gift and so she can get whatever she left." He snarled.

"Aye, let me talk to you." I didn't even notice Rodney's presence.

Que made a face at Rodney, "I most definitely don't wanna talk to yo ass."

"Watch your mouth in my house." Mom warned.

"I'll just let myself out." He walked out and Rodney followed behind him. I sighed and looked at my envelope.

"You didn't even give me a sign that you was planning on leaving." She said.

"Ha! You didn't give Que a warning." I said eyeing her.

Mom's POV

"Baby, let me explain to you what happened. I might as well be honest." I said.

"Go ahead." Keona sat on the couch and crossed her arms.

"So this is what happened..." I began to explain to her the whole story of that day, reliving it again.

I was in the bed with my boyfriend Rodney, watching a movie.

"Karen, we gotta talk." He said.

"About...?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Jacquees."

I looked at him, "What is there to talk about?"

"He's 17 and coming in my house late at night. He don't pay no bills, bae. I do. Most of em. And ion appreciate yo son disrespecting me the way he do. He don't even speak to me." He explained.

"So what are you saying?" I looked at him with worry in my eyes.

"I want him out this house."

The words cut me like a knife.

"What? No, that's my baby. My first born."

"It's either me or him. You choose." He said.