(Sequel) Breaking The Juvenile (In Process)

Chapter 3

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Akila's Pov

Did he just grab her ass? He got the wrong bitch! I tap him on the shoulder, while he was walking towards his wife. He turns around, "Enjoy your night."

No this fucker didn't! "So, you're going to act like I didn't see you touching my wife's ass." I say. This pussy ass bitch!
"If you don't get your gay ass out of my face, I'll punch you in front of my kids, that you pretend are yours. Wanna act like a fucking guy? Well, I know I can fuck you, to change your mind." He says, calmly. Angela must have heard him, because she went over to him, about to curse him out.

"Babe, I got this. Just put the kids inside." I try to ensure her that everything is good. She looks at his stupid self one more time, and takes the kids inside.
"Look, nigga. I'm not trying to make a scene in front of family. But, our girls ain't yours for shit. They know me, and Angela as their mothers, and fathers. Shit, they don't even know your ass!" I quietly exclaim. Who does he think he is? To come to my fucking house, with our fucking family, with his perverted, homophobic self!

I walk into the house, Tyriece, and Unique still there.
"What happened?' Ty ask.
"Your fucking brother. First, he's fucking touching my wife's ass, then he had the guts to call me a pretend parent!" I grab a beer from the refrigerator.
"He's fucking stupid, Kila. Why do you think neither of us deal with him? Not even his own brother." Unique says, shaking her head.
"Mom?" Anastasia walks downstairs.
"Yeah baby?" I ask.
"I just want you to know you're not a pretend parent. You're our mom, and dad, just like mom is too...Me, and the girls heard you." I walk up to her, and hug her. I kiss her on the forehead. I see the other girls peek their head out of their rooms.
"C'mon!" I smile, as they all start running down the stairs, tightly hugging me.

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I lay on the bed, as Angela walks out, with just a towel around her body, soaking wet. Her medium length natural kinky hair in a bonnet. And, her face had a face mask on.
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you still mad about Tyshawn?" She asks, putting on an oversized shirt.
"No..." Lying, though I know she could see right through it. She sits on my side of the bed, and lay down on top of me. Her beautiful dark eyes looking directly into mine.
"Tell me." She gently say. I kiss her lips. She smiles brightly, even though that was a struggle with the face mask. " Tyshawn bothered the shit out of me. Like, how the fuck does he comes to our house, being perverted, homophobic, and just down right disgusting?"

"Why do you think no one messes with him anymore. He doesn't do shit! He doesn't know shit! He's forever ignorant." Angela states. I wrap my arms around her waist.
"And, babe he had the nerve to call you a pretend parent, but you stepped up, back when we were in college! When he never had the guts to. You're more of a parent than he'll ever be. He's homophobic, alright. You know basically the U.S.A are too. That's just their ignorance. "
I kiss her again, more passionately. We roll over, as to where I'm on top of her. Then she starts laughing.
"My face mask went on you!" She dies of laughter. I touch my face, and feel the mask begin to tighten.
I shake my head at her. "This is the reason I love you." I giggle.