Liyah’s POV
Call it what you want, I don’t even take orders from my daddy. So to answer your question ‘Liyah are you single?’ Yes I am & I am ready to mingle. Like I told him a few times, I don’t know what kind of girls he mess with but I am not the one. I pulled up at my house and hopped out; I grabbed the mail out the mailbox and headed in the house. I flipped through the envelopes, while kicking off my shoes.
Bills
Bills
Daddy’s note for some dinner
Bills
Letter from the prison with our last names
Bills
Bills
Bill-
Wait who is this from prison? I threw down the rest of the envelopes and ripped open this specific one. I skimmed this one & I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The words that I was reading make my mind spin. I mean my parents really kept this from me. If they kept this from me, ain’t no telling what else they kept from me. My eyes started to water and my head started to bang. I couldn’t even keep reading, I threw the letter on the counter and headed towards the medicine cabinet. I popped 2 Advil’s in my mouth and walked to the letter. Before I could read another word I hear two car doors slam. I peeked through the blinds and saw my parents coming home. I hurried and fold the letter in my pocket and sat at the table like everything was normal. My father came in with the bags close to falling over.
“Hey baby.” My mother greeted.
“Hey.” I faked smiled, helping daddy with the bags. “Hey daddy.”
“Thank you baby.” He sighs, slamming the bags on the counter. “Baby you know you could’ve helped.”
“How was the dinner?” my mother asks, taking out the groceries.
“Fine.” I shrug.
“That’s good.” My dad mumbles.
“The mail is over there.”
“Thanks.” My mother mumbles. “Why we won’t do movie tonight?”
“That sounds fun.” My dad smiles. “Invite Drew.”
“He and I are not together anymore.” I smiled.
“What happened?” my mother asked.
“Well he basically said he don’t trust me.” I shrugged. “So I told him I don’t wanna be with him anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Don’t worry about it.” I shrugged. “What kinda movies do you have?”
“What kind you wanna watch?” my dad asks.
“It don’t matter.” I said, standing up. “What kinda snacks?”
“Let’s do something different.” My mother smiled.
“Like what?” I smiled.
“Let’s do all candy.” My father smiled.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” My mother said, pulling out all kind of boxes of candies. “It so many choices.”
“Which one is mine?” I asked, looking through them all.
“Don’t matter.” My father yelled. “It’s 3 of each.”
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Playa Meets Playet
Teen FictionIn this story you meet two teens that’s completely different. You got it; it’s a boy & girl. Not just a girl & a boy. This girl her name is Aaliyah. She is not like most of these girls. Her body is on point, just like a model. She pretty, she knows...
