My Bully Bey

Face Off

I sit on the plush sofa watching as my dad past back and forth lecturing me on...I don't even know now he been going at it for *looking at phone* since twelve and now its almost three in the morning. If I know this was what was going to happen if I came home late I would have NEVER walked into the house.

"Are you listening to me Toni?!" I snap out of my daze looking up at the face of my angry father.

"Um... sure?"

How head whoops towards mine. I guess that was the wrong answer because he starts spitting out words so fast I'm pretty sure he made up a couple and I swear he just said amen to his self like we at church and he preaching the word. I swear he is so dramatic sometimes I was late one time and he acting like I'm a felon.

"I mean seriously Toni what are you teaching your sisters going around here doing God knows what and walking in this house in these damn whore clothing!" Michael screams at his oldest daughter.

"Oh my God dad it is a shirt and jeans!" I scoff rolling my eyes at him.

"A shirt that shows your stomach!" He screams.

I laugh sarcastically "your over exaggerating dad."

"Over exag- give me your phone" he demands thrusting out his hand towards me.

"No!" I pull my phone away from him as he stares me down.

"No? Toni Michelle I swear fo God if you don't hand me that phone."

"No this is my phone you don't even pay the bills August does" I spit back at him.

Michael looks down at me his eyes now going to tiny slits "speaking of him I don't want you hanging out with that little thug anymore he is a bad influence on you."

I jump off of the couch glaring at him "how?! He knows me better then you even tried to and I'm your damn daughter!" I scream at him tears screaming down my eyes because of how angry I am.

"Don't you dare raise your voice or curse no more in my damn house I don't know where you get that attitude from young lady-"

"You!"