Because of You

Chapter 14

Jacob

I came back home Sunday night around eight o' clock.

Beelzebub was in the kitchen in her heels cooking dinner.

And I wasn't sure where the demon who was her servant was, but I'm pretty sure he was upstairs in his room.

My dad wasn't home, which was becoming a usual thing because it seemed like he lived at work.

I began making my way upstairs.

"Jacob," my mama exclaimed.

I stopped climbing.

"Yes!?"

"Come here please," she asked.

I dropped my bags by my bedroom door and walked back downstairs to the kitchen.

"What," I asked.

She stopped chopping carrots and looked up at me.

"What? Who are you talking to," she questioned.

I rolled my eyes, "Look Lia, don't expect me to to respect you with all the hell that you've put me through these past few weeks. You're smoking dick if you think that you even deserve the privilege of me calling you mom or anything else, because a mom would go out and sell her body or clap her ass on a pole to make sure there was food on the table and money for the rent. A real woman would never do what you make me do. They would never prostitute their children!"

My mama glanced up at me before raising her hand and giving me a hard slap across the face.

I held my hand to the stinging area.

"You don't have to like me, Jacob. But you will respect me," my mama seethed.

"Hmm, over my dead ass body," I said.

"That can be arranged."

"Look, what the fuck did you call me back down here for," I asked, mugging her.

She wiped her hands on her apron then turned to the cabinet and pulled down an old cookie jar that we no longer used.

Out of it, she pulled a wad of cash, and pulled a few bills off, handing them to me.

"This is for you, and all the work you've done. We have rent for this month and half of next month's rent thanks to you," my mama grinned.

I stared at the money before sliding it back to her over the counter.

"I don't want this. I'm not taking this prostitution money," I mumbled.

"Jacob, just take it," she said tiredly.

"No," I said.

"Take it," she said sternly.

"No!"

"Jacob, just take the damn money!"

I shook my head, sliding the money in my pocket.

My mama went back to chopping carrots and didn't look up at me.

"So, is this how you're going to compensate for the guilt? You'll give me the money that my poor little asshole had to suffer for," I chuckled.

"Jacob, go upstairs," she said.

I shook my head then turned to walk out of the kitchen.

When I made it to my room, I closed and locked the door.

I had an incoming Facetime call from Aaron.

I smirked, answering it.

"Hey," he said in his deep voice.