THE AMERICAN DREAM 3

Chapter 6

M A L I Y A H

"Maliyah, come here now!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs. 

I rolled my eyes, as I climbed out of my bed and headed downstairs. 

"Yes daddy." I said in my sweet voice as I entered the kitchen.

Mackenzie sat on the counter behind my dad, eating a twinkie, I cut my eyes at her and looked at my dad.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"You look at this and tell me what you see." He said, sliding the sheet over to me. 

I looked at it and noticed it was my report card. It had a whole lot of C's and F's on it, not one single A. 

"So?" He said, looking at me. 

I could see how angry he was. His eyes were burning though my soul. He placed his palms on the counter , and all the veins in his arm were pertruding. 

"I don't know what to say." I said.

"You've missed 34 classes. Where the fuck have you been going? Cause clearly your ass hasn't been going to school!" He yelled. 

"I was just-" 

"Just nothing. Lemme tell you something, you ain't doing shit anymore. Let me find out you been skipping any time after this. From now on, I'm dropping you off in the morning, coming to get you right after school, and you ain't allowed to do shit else but stay in this house." He barked at me. 

I started crying, "Daddy, that's not fair." 

"I don't give a fuck." He said dryly. 

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed.

"Shouldn't have said that." Mackenzie said, not even looking up from her twinkie, as she devoured it. 

I quickly turned and stormed upstairs. I heard my dad's large footsteps following right after me, and the clinking of the belt. My door busted open and I tried to hide under the covers but nothing was going to help me.

M A C K E N Z I E

I heard Maliyah's screaming and crying from all the way downstairs. I shrugged and walked to the living room. My mom walked in the front door. 

"Why is she screaming and crying?" She asked as soon as she put her bag down.

"She swore at daddy and said she hated him." I told her.

My mom nodded and took a seat next to me. She knew their was no point in interjecting because my dad was right for bussing her ass. A few minutes later, the door slammed shut upstairs and my dad came jogging down the steps. 

"Hey baby." My mom smiled. 

She put her head back on the couch, he leaned down and kissed her. 

"I'm going to kill that little girl. She's not allowed to do anything, I got her report card today, she's failing everything." He growled. 

My mom shook her head, my dad walked around the couch, sat next to her and sighed.  

"I guess I should take away her phone now." My mom said softly.

She hadn't told my dad she had gotten Maliyah a phone, but now was definetly not the time. He looked at her, and furrowed his eyebrows. 

"What the fuck, Nyla? I told you, no!" He yelled at her as he stood up.