The Fault In Our Ball

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Yn

"Sweetie did yo- Yn?!" my mom called out walking behind me, "Yn?! What the hell is your problem?"

"Now sweetie don't cuss at her, she's probably just having a hard time adjusting." my dad said back in attempt to calm my mom.

"That's no excuse for her to act like that Shawne!"

I continued my way up the stairs and to my room before they noticed the blood coming from my bottom lip. I locked my door behind me, kicked my shoes off and fell back onto my bed. I was watching the ceiling fan go around. Stephen was all that I could think about. His voice, his obnoxious laugh, his light skin, his..

*knock knock* 

My thoughts were interrupted. I got up to unlock my door, but rushed back to my bed or else I'd have to hear the, Do you pay bills? Well don't lock no doors in my damn house, speech.

"Mind telling me why you have that busted lip?" my mom asked, making her way into my bathroom.

"It's nothing really ma."

"Oh, it's definitely something Yn." she shook her head then motioned for me to come in the bathroom. She ran cold water over a towel, drained it a little then held it at my lip. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Okay I fell while playing ball, that's it."

"With that lil nappy headed boy across the street?"

"He's not a nappy head, ma."

"Mm.. well his mom, I think Sonya was her name, invited us over for dinner tonight."

"Really? Do we have to go?"

"Uhh, yes we have to go and you're coming up outta these." she said lightly tugging at my pants.

"But I'm comfortable in my sweats.. is dad coming?"

"You'll also be comfortable in a dress, and is he ever around.." she said rolling her eyes.

"A dress? Nooo way mama. Can I just stay here with dad?" I whined.

"Stop whining princess, you'll be fine." my dad said as he pat my shoulder.

"Nosy much?" my mom asked him.

"I'll be back later sweetie" he kissed her on the cheek, "my assistant called, she said that they  need me at the office."

"Mmhm."

He hugged her from behind and left, leaving the two of us again.

"Alright.. go ahead and change clothes Yn, we're gonna head across the street in a bit." she said as she drained the water out of the towel, and left.

I stood there looking in the mirror at my reflection. I didn't wanna see Stephen again, at least not today.