Monique's Thug

Chapter 18

• Dejour's P.O.V •

I'm leaving.

My moms made the desicion last night. A couple weeks ago, my dad walked out on us. You don't see me talking about my family much and this is why. They're so disfunctional. You really can't even call us a family. My brother, Young moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. I haven't heard from him and two years and I guess I won't be hearing from him anymore. He was twenty now.

I have another brother, Tamik. Hes now eighteen..I think. He moved out about a year ago. I can understand why, my parents always fight. Even if its the dumbest stuff like who bought the wrong shit at the store or somethin. The reason my dad walked out was because he came home drunk with another bitch! Mama cussed his ass out and threw all his shit outside. She don't deserve none of this. Shes only 36 and twenty years of her life she been dealing with him. They met in high school and dated ever since.

Moms got pregnant with Young when she was sixteen and my dad stood by her, suprisingly. Then they had me and Tamik. As the years went on, he began starting to have a drinking problem. I remeber being five years old and hearing my dad, late at night, hitting on my mama. I cried as a youngin' because I couldn't do nothing about it. Shes a very strong women though, and she stood by his ass through everything. But you can only take so much and, she has.

When I first joined the game my goal was to kill my father for everything he ever did to my family. One night, he came home drunk, again and I pulled a gun on him when he started hitting my mama. She screamed for me to stop and I couldn't do it in front of her. He was lucky because if she didn't say anything he woulda been six feet under by now.

I never really had a good relationship with my dad or Tamik. I did have a good one with my mama and Young though. He was the one I looked up to, when he joined the gang I wanted to be just like him and he always told me it was too dangerous out there for me. I didn't care though, now looking back at how much pain this game has caused me, I shoulda listened. I was also a mama's boy. She taught me everything I know since my dad ain't do shit. If it wasn't for her I'd probably be a crackhead on the streets by now.

I mean, I understand why she wants to leave and start a new life and all, but why now? I finally got my life going the way I want it too. I gotta girl and Talia said that baby wasn't mines. Monique told me last night Talia called and confessed. Anyways, shits going good and now we gotta leave Cali? Thats fucked up mane. Part of me wants to tell her I'm staying here but I can't leave my mama like that. She don't got nobody but ha' self now.

"Mama!"

"Boy, stop that screaming in my house!" She says coming in my room cleaning up stuff.

I smile a little, she always does too much. Mama is still young as hell, she pretty too. I guarentee you any man her age would fall for her. She just picked out the wrong one.

"Why we gotta leave."

"I told you to stop bringing that shit up! And you know damn well why we leaving!"

I groan, "How am I supposed to tell Mo?"

"Bring her along, shit I like her. She not a hoe or nothing. If you let that go you done fucked ya life up boy."

I laugh, "Ma, she can't just pack her shit up and leave. Its not that easy."

"Stop cussing in my house, all ugly. But, yes it is! Because imma bouta do it."

Y'all see how mean she is to me?

"I really don't understand why we gotta leave! He ain't coming back. Imma shoot him."

"Oh, stop talking bout you shooting this or you shooting that. I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of his games! Now, I'm going to the funeral home to plan Young's service. Do something with ya life while I'm gone, won't you."