Armani Hartfeild a 18 year old teen who never lived her life as a normal average teen, due to the fact that he father (Paul Hartfeild) is one of the biggest pastors in the City of Brenthills (Made Up Place). She's done nothing in her life but be the...
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DeAngelo
We was chillin' and talkin' about random shit and that's when the conversation got serious. We both shared somethings about our past that touched one another heart. It was shocking to hear what she had to say, and vise versa. I don't share shit about my life with other people, but she's different. I know that's every nigga favorite line, but I was deadass. She respected herself, she smart, funny, motivated, college driven, she beautiful, and she got something going on for herself. It was a turn on and it made me want more of her.
"Yeah, my dad was a control freak only to make his life the "great envious life". He made himself seem superior than others, and used me as a reached. Me being his perfect child was like gold in his pocket." She stuffed a mouthful of pancakes in her mouth looking away.
"And what about yo moms ? Like how did she feel about all this ?" I grabbed her hands, letting her know I was here.
" My mom was on drugs while I was younger, so my dad basically kicked her to the side and filed for full custody of me. He won because my mom wouldn't go to rehab and they seen her as a unfit parent. She later went to rehab, and hates herself. I don't hate her and I don't blame her for anything that happened. I still love her and talk to her still. Yea it sucks that she isn't physically in my life, but at least I can hear her voice and face time her. Crazy part is she looks the same and happy as ever. Truth is my dad drove her crazy, and I'm glad I got away before I ended up like my mom." A silent tear fell and she quickly wiped it. I slightly stood up, and kissed her lips from across the table.
"You not the only one that's struggling with life. Many people go through hell, and still manage to live through it. I'm not a big spiritual person, but my moms always told me let it go and let God handle it. And that's what I do. It's so much that somebody can take, and sometimes you just gotta let that shit go man. My pops died, and that shit hurt like hell, but to deal with it all, I just followed in his footsteps, and filled his shoes, and continued to live how he wanted to. I became the man he was, and I'm proud of it. A lot of people thought it wasn't a good idea, but a lot of people don't understand how I idled my pops and wanted to be like him." It hurt to let that out, but at the same time I was relieved I was able to share that with her.
"That must have been a huge step and a big responsibility to take on. How was your mom after your father passes ? It must have been tough." I nodded, and picturing my mother breaking down and struggling hurt me to the core.
"She was crushed badly, but she tried to stay strong around her boys, but behind them closed doors we heard all her pain. I would comfort her, but she lie and say she was fine when she wasn't. That's what really made me grind, so she wouldn't have to worry and so my brother could have anything he wanted no questions asked. Yea my father left money behind, but the feds took all of it. They said it was dirty illegal money. I tripped hard, but came back 20 times harder. I just wanted everyone to be happy again and stable. I hated to see my mom struggle trying to take care of her boys alone." She rubbed the top of my hand with her thumb.
"She's a very strong woman and your a brave man and a brave son. To do all of that for the sake of your family is very tremendous of you. I don't know too many people who would take on the man of the house role with no questions asked. You have a bog heart and just know that people care and appreciate you. You saved them from the down and brought them up. You weren't only worried about yourself, but everyone, and that was very generous of you, and with you not caring what the consequences were is just damn right honorable." Hearing that come from her felt like a nigga heart grew 2 sizes bigger. (lmfaoo). Nobody besides my mama told me that shit, and it felt good for someone to recognize the shit I do for people. I just looked her in her eyes, and licked my lips. I wanted her now on this iHop table. I controlled myself, and she blushed looking away, breaking our stare.
"Let's get out of here?" I suggested but more demanded. I left the money on the table along with a tip.
We walked out to the car, and she thought we were going home, but I wanted to go down to the beach. I couldn't stay with her yesterday, but I got all day today.
