"It's either them or me," i could still imagine his voice. His name was _Makeil_____.
My mama left me and my little brother for him when i was about 15. Now i'm 18. I haven't seen my mother in 3 whole years. Its still hard to believe she left us for him. Especially since he tried to rape me. My little brother ____Arrington___ saved my life that night.
*Flash back*
"Michelle why would you do this!" my mother cried out.
The only thing i had done was make a mistake. That mistake was dropping her whole bag of angel dust in the sink.
"Here baby. How about you go out and buy some more while i help Michelle clean this up," _Makeil______ spoke in a calm voice as if he wasn't about to do anything wrong. But only if i knew what was about to happen i would have offered to go my self.
He gave my mom the money, and she was real quick to hop in her shoes and scram. It's funny because when i ask her to pick up __Arrington____ from school, she all of a sudden get soo sick.
"Michelle how about you go in the kitchen and ill be there to help you in just a sec," his voice was so calm and sweet i swear he gave me no sign of what was about to happen to me.
I went into the kitchen and bent over to get the cleaning supplies out of the the cabinet. The next thing i knew i felt something poking me in the butt, and hands on my waist. I jumped up real quick and turned around to see _Makeil______ standing there.
"What are you doing!" i yelled.
I had forgotten about my 4 year old little brother who was in his rooming taking his daily nap.
" I think we both know what i want. I mean ___Michelle_ you thicker than yo ma," he started scooting a little to close.
He pushed me against the counter and started rubbing my thighs.
"Get off of me!" I yelled to the top of my lungs, and pushed him with all my strength.
He fell into the table and it broke in Two halves.
"WHAT THE FVCK IS WRONG WITH YOU BITCH" he said yelling.
"Look you going to wake up Arrington" I said raising my voice slightly.
"I DON'T GIVE A FVCK WHO I WAKE" he said jumping towards my face.
That's when my mom walked her with her Angel Dust.
''What the fvck are you doing with my man" she said yelling to the top of her lungs.
"No its not what you think" I said starting to cry.
"B*tch I think it is" as she slapped the shit out of me.
Me laying on the floor gasping for air , crying thinking did my mom just called me a b*tch and did she just slap me.
And yes she did cause she continued to whoop my ass.
Thats when Makeil said these exact words
"Look I cant be around no lying ass kids." he said with that half retarded voice.
"Shut the fuck up," he said yelling so loud the neighbors heard.
''Look its either me or them" he said with a smooth voice.
"Look im they momma" she said scarred.
"Bye then ", he said in his arrogant voice
" Wait,No," she said in a soft voice.
"What ?" he said laughing.
"I'm coming with you" she said in a soft baby voice.
"Pack your stuff and let's go be done in 10 minutes" he said demanding.
AND THAT'S THE LAST TIME I SAW MY MOM
AND ITS NOW BEEN THREE YEARS
