Zonnique.
Once we arrived at August's home, I was somewhat relieved. I thought we were going to a hospital because Ariana got hurt. Well something extreme had to happen if August decided to call Christopher instead of me. What the hell is up with that? Chris opened my door, helping me out the car. I walked to the front door in my leggings, on of his shirts and short cut sparkly uggs. I knocked on the door for a few seconds until finally someone opened it. I met faces with Aug who looked exhausted.
"What happened?"
"Well I tried to call you but it would go to voicemail every time. Basically Ariana said she was being defiant at her little dance class for the past week"
"You made it seem like she died..." I heard Chris mumble but August Didier hear.
I elbowed him in the stomach and rolled my eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"Discipline her! You know I don't like yelling at her.." Aug groaned.
"She runs over you that's why but I'm sick of this shit. Where is she?" I asked furiously.
"In her room-"
"I'll be back" I said before walking off and going up stairs.
Usually I'd try to be nice and calm about the situation but I'm through with that. Ariana is about to see a whole different life. I'm not going to keep spoiling her like August, she takes kindness for a weakness. Once I made it up all those damn stairs I was breathing hard as hell. I huffed and puffed once more before twisting open the doorknob. As I stepped inside, Ariana looked up from her cellphone. August bought this child an iphone! Seriously.
"Mommy?"
"Mommy my ass. So you've been acting out at dance class?" I asked folding my arms under my breast.
She shook her head no slowly.
"Don't lie to me little girl"
"She moved me in the corner for talking but I wasn't even the only one!" Ariana whined chidlike.
"So what! You take responsibility for your actions and don't say shit back to your teachers. You think talking back is cute?"
"No" she mumbled.
"Speak up" I demanded.
"No" she repeated louder before rolling her eyes.
I raised my eyebrow before walking to her closet. It had to come to this. I grabbed the leather belt from the rack and held it in my hands. As I stepped back into view she looked at like I was crazy.
"Do you know how I tired I am of telling you the same shit Ariana! You're acting like a brat and I'm so tired of it. Those days are over now-"
"I didn't do nothing!" she yelled aggressively.
"You know what.." I walked over to her grabbing her by the arm. I whipped her with the belt right against her behind two times.
She screeched and tried squirming out of my grip.
"Mommy please!"
"That's what the hell I thought. Now you wanna cry, you wasn't crying when you was talking smart huh?" I asked looking at her.
Ariana sniffed and cried hysterically.
"Get your shoes on and let's go. You're coming back home"
"But-"
"Don't talk back! You want the belt again-"
"No!" she scurried into her closet and slid on some pink converse.
