The Help (MB)

Chapter 23

*Kenya's POV*

We all sat in the living room,boys included,eyeing the lady on the opposite side of the couch. It had been at least 10 minutes,and besides her asking for a glass of water,which Prod got for her of course.

I couldn't even put the words together to make a single sentence,my thoughts were so jumbled. All I could do was try to contain my shaking hands and at least try to not keep from slapping the shit out of her. She'd only made eye contact with me once,and could you believe that my name was the only one she remembered?

Peyton and I were the only ones that really remembered her,of course,because we've always been the oldest. Amaya had little memory of her,and Penny was the most confused thing ever.

She knew about Mama not being our real mom,but she'd never questioned it. I guess se just thought it was a normal thing. I sighed shakily as I watched her gather up the courage to smile an ugly,rotting smile that caused my anger to increase.

"So,how have my babies been?"

"We've been good,ma'am." Penny answered for us all,since Pey and I couldn't even look at her and Amaya was letting this all sink in.

"So is this like an orphanage or something?"

How the hell did she even find us?

"We all live here.." Ray said,eyeing her while holding Pey's hand,trying to calm her down a bit.

"Doing just fine without you." I mumbled,needing to say something.

She looked at me.

"You remind me of myself back in my older days."

"Doubt it." I answered quick,my voice getting a little louder.

"What are you even doing here? We were obviously better without you!"

I felt Chres,who was sitting on the arm of the couch beside me,lay a hand on my shoulder,after my voice cracked on the last word. I took a deep breath,feeling tears enter my eyes.

"Well,baby-"

"I'm not your damn 'baby'. I am an adult now and I sure as hell could've been alot better without seeing you again! You left us when I was only 10! 10 years old out on the streets,having to take care of my three younger sisters! I could barely even take care of myself! You didn't teach me shit,always left me in the dust for that slutty ass job as a stripper you had! You-"

"Kenya! Chill out! She's your mother,an adult at that! You shouldn't be talking to her like-"

"No,Penny,YOU shut up! Stay the hell out of this! You remember nothing!" I let the tears fall as I pointed a finger at her.

I turned back to my sorry excuse of a birth-giver. "You didn't care shit about me or your other kids! We were your children! What kind of mother are you? I hope that life has fucked you well,because if you're looking for any damn thing,you can turn the hell around and go back to where you came from!"

I was standing now,ready ti charge at her,while Chres held me back slightly,and she sat and watched with widened eyes.

"And if you ever,ever smile at me again like you never did shit,I will knock the few teeth you have remaining right out of your mouth! I don't give a fuck who you are. I want to let you know that we lived a great life.. Without you. We've been raised by a real mother,so as of now you're nothing but skin,bones,and a bag of diseases to me. I dont give a fuck who you are,you can go to hell. Fuck you,you sorry excuse of a mother."

I snatched my arm away from Chres and kept eye contact with her as I walked out of the room,going upstairs. I never wanted to see that face again in my life,and if I did I just might not stop until she was beat to a pulp.