Savage Black {Urban}

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Tell The Truth__

Two Months Later_ 

Savage__

"Mama!" I call entering the house. I furrow my eyebrows to the lit candles, flicking the light switch. The lights refuse to come on which means they must of been cut off today. I told my mom the bill came a month ago, her response was I know I'll pay it. She didn't pay it.

"Mama!" I call in irritation. I witness her in front of the fireplace, a blanket draped over her shoulders. She sniffles, running her finger tips over the wedding picture of her and my father. She recently dressed it in a new frame, after finding it in the trash where Avant put it. The nigga thought he was slick. 

"You forgot to pay the light bill, didn't you?" I question. My mother shakes her head no, toasting a bottle of Luc Belaire Rosé to her lips. She guzzles a good amount down, sitting the bottle back down on the floor by its neck.

"I don't have enough money to pay the light bill." She mumbles. I shake my head, walking over to where she sits and snatch the bottle of wine off the floor.

"But you got enough money to buy booze though!" I retort in anger.

"I didn't buy that, I found it in your father's Army trunk in the basement. Now give it back." She whines, reaching for it. I move out of reach, shaking my head no.

"What happen to the money that daddy left you?" I question. She stumbles to her feet, putting the picture on top of the mantel piece that sits over the fireplace.

"It went to the taxes on the house, your father and I's car note, the water and gas bill and food that we needed in the house. Now give me the wine Savage!" She croaks, stepping toward me. I run around the couch, shaking my head no.

"Why don't you just sell daddy's car so you can pay the light bill." I suggest.

"I can't sell your father's car Savage. He left it to you." She says. I shrug, holding the bottle behind my back.

"Well I don't want it. Sell it."

"Savage." She sighs, licking her lips as she plays with her fingers.

"There's no need of selling the car you might as well keep it." She mumbles. I furrow my eyebrows, stepping close to her. She sniffs wiping her tears, her mascara staining her flushed cheeks.

"What happened mama?" I question in concern. She flops down on the couch in deep sighs.

"The nursing home where I work was shut down today. Someone bought the property and the place is being torn down and built into a mini mall. I lost my job today." She mumbles. I sit down beside her in disbelief, taking a pop of the alcohol myself. I then hand her the bottle, shaking my head.

"First daddy dies and then this." I sigh.

"I know. When he was here, we could pay things together. Now I'm all by myself with tons of bills. I didn't wanna bother you because I know you only get paid but so much. This is a mess." She sighs, passing me back the bottle. I guess this means we'll have to move probably a month from now. She already paid the taxes so we have time. How am I going to break this to Farrell though?

We've grown real close in the past two months, so close that that's where I've been for past month in a half. This is my first night being back in this house and actually sat. I usually come home, pack my clothes for the week and leave right back out. I guess I should come back home now.

"Your Aunt Erika said we could live with her. I can't keep up withes these bills by myself, all together it's thousands of dollars being spent and I don't have that. I barley make that much a year." I look over at her as she begins to break down in tears. I pull her head to my chest as I rock back and forth, the tears cascading my cheeks.