Lies, Sex, And Pills: The untold Story of Brè Howard

Growing up with my mom V. growing up with my dad

Growing up with my mom was rough. As kid, I was sometimes taken care of by other people instead of my mom which is why I think my mom and i's relationship is not as great. You see my mom she couldn't always take care of us. Sometimes my mom would have to call my grandparents in order to feed us or if she needed help paying a bill or something. Plus me and my sister didn't make it any better by arguing all the time. My sister normally beat my ass every time we got into. I recall one time we all lived in this apartment with my mom and her boyfriend. My mom never got a babysitter went she went out to the club or something . She normal just told my sister to watch me, and we stayed in her room and watched tv until she got home. Sometimes she would find us knocked out and dewayne would have to carry us to our beds. But anyway, my mom was away, and me and my sister was watching some show. So me being the little curious person I am I went to moms bathrooms and decided to play around while Robin was in the room. "Brittany what are you doing? " Robin asked after me being gone for a good ten minutes. " nothing playing around" I replied. Next thing Robin knows I walk out the bathroom with one eyebrow gone. "What the world did you do !! Mom is going to kill you !! " I panicked "you gotta help me fix this" "brittany I can't make your eyebrow grow back, and who told you to be playing with moms razor anyway you know better". About two hours later my mom and dewayne return and of course we are still up. Now one thing about my mom is that you can't get shit passed her well not all the time anyway. Man she beat me to hell and back and then told me I was on punishment until the eyebrow grew back. Looking back on that it makes me laugh so hard because I was a damn handful as a adolescent. Me being a handful cost me a really great price once I got older but there is always time for that just not now.

Growing up with my daddy

Now growing up with my daddy was a different story. You see my daddy wasn't crap to play with. The thing about him was that I was sent to him because my mom felt like she couldn't handle raising me. At this point I was in I wanna say in the fifth grade attending Lithonia Middle School. Now being my dad's only blood related child and only daughter you would think I was daddy's little girl HAHAHA! Hell now! My dad was harder on me as if I was a boy. The fact that I had a vagina made it worse. You see my dad is in a relationship with a lady we will just call "Shell". You see me and her were good up until one particular night but give me a minute before I get to that. My dad had one simple rule. Be good or you get a whooping. Man I think I remember one time where I didn't even know why I was getting a whooping until after the fact. He had left to go to a parent teacher conference and came back, slammed the door, grabbed my arm because I was standing in the kitchen talking to shell and drug me to the back room. I didn't find out what I got a whooping for until after and it was all because my teacher said that i was very talkative in class. Now the thing with Robert Howard was that he like to buy me as a kid. Like after I would get a whopping and he knew I would be mad at him he would ask if I wanted to go with him whether it was to see my uncles who were apart of his motorcycle club or just to get something to eat. "Brittany you wanna go with me" "no sir" and he would always ask why and my answer was the same "because my head hurts or I'm tired" now this how he learned how to get me. He started offering to take me to the mall and then my answers starting changing to "okay dad" or "bring me something back." If I was really mad at him then I wouldn't go at all. In the beginning, Shell and I would talk after my whoppings, and/or she would come upstairs to see if I was okay. But one day, my daddy's MC had a family event, and I thought it was just going to be me and my daddy or atleast that's what he told me so
I was excited because I could finally spend time with my daddy and have fun with everyone. But that quickly changed when that day came and I found out that everyone was going. I was pissed but I still went and had fun. We had to leave early because shell was tired, and she had to do my hair for school that week. So when we got home before I got my hair done she sat down and had a talk with me. She asked me some questions but their was one question in particular that she asked "how do you feel about me?" I responded "I don't like you." She was shocked by the look on her face. After that night of course my dad came snatched me up out my sleep and beat my ass, and then sent me to stay back with my mom.