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I snatched the bottle of hot sauce out of his hand and passed it to Onika. He looked at me in disbelief as I went back to eating.
"Fuck is yuh lookin' at?"
"Robyn!" Onika whisper yelled at me.
"Onika why do you always insist on bringing this riff raff in my damn house!" he stood up throwing his cloth napkin down on the table.
"Dad!"
"Robert!"
"No! Don't 'Robert' me! Its already bad enough you let our daughter move in with this... This.. Streetrat and now I'm supposed sit here and let her disrespect me? Hell n--"
I had punched him as hard as I could in his mouth.
"Nigga don' yuh eva in yuh fuckin' miserable life fix ya mouth to say no shit like dat about mi, bitch!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!" he yelled holding his bloody mouth.
"Dad you're be--"
"Gladly," I gritted pulling Onika up.
"Where's mi fuckin' babeh?" I wondered looking around before Remi ran up to me hugging my legs. I picked him up cradling him in my arms.
I attempted calm myself down but I was still seeing red. I placed Remi on his feet in the foyer and grabbed one of the many cans Robert had by the door near his coats.
I walked into the living room swinging it casually before my eyes wandered to the beautiful 100 inch flat screen television. A smile crept on my face.
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