You know how it feels to have deadbeat parents? To have your parents do you wrong over and over again, yet you still love them? You'll still do anything for them. You still want their love. Well that's how I am with my mother. She gave me a huge ass speech on why she kicked me out and how much she misses me. After an hour or so of her crying, I agreed to come visit anytime I could. She wanted me to move back in but, I refused. I stayed in the hospital for about four days. It hurt like hell and it still does. I'm in bed rest for a bit. Can't lift anything heavy cause they don't want me ripping the stitches out. Jahseh stays with me in bed most of the time but always leaves with the boys for mhours at a time. Which doesn't bother me, I just get so bored and alone. And this shit hurts a lot. The boys want to try to figure out who did it, but I told them no. It doesn't matter.
I'm laying in bed waiting for Jahseh to come home. He said he'd be home for 9:00 and it's now 10:57. He's with the boys though. I shouldn't be worried, right? I grab my bong from beside my bed and pack myself a popper. Lately I've become so addicted to poppers. I clear the bowl quickly and pack another. After four or so I feel myself start to drift off.
I hear a bang and my eyes jolt open. I look around frantically as my lungs try to regain air. I grab my phone from beside me and see that it's 3:04 am. I get out of bed and slowly walk out of the rom, down the stairs and to the living room. I see Jahseh laughing, trying to pick up the coffee table, and some bitch laughing with him.
"What the fuck?" I say loud enough to catch their attention.
Jahseh looks to me, quickly, his smile dropping instantly.
"Shit did I wake you up?"
The bitch turns to me, still with a smile on her face. Fucking Geneva.
"What the fuck are doing?" I say louder.
"We were drinking and Geneva brought me home. I didn't mean to wake you." Jahseh slurs.
"Well you did. What are doing with her?" I ask, crossing my arms. Jahseh runs a hand through his dreads and looks at the ground.
"Nothing. She drove me home." He mutters, glancing at Geneva.
"Why the fuck were you with her in the first place?" I snap.
Geneva snickers and I raise my eyebrows. If I wasn't fucked up I would beat the shit outta her.
"He was givin me dick." She laughs.
Jahseh looks at her, then at me.
"Okay. I'm going to go grab my gun. If you both are still here by the time I get back with it, I'm going to shoot you both." I say sternly.
"This my fucking house!" Jahseh yells. I turn around casually and walk back upstairs to my room. I grab my gun from under my side of the bed and walk back downstairs.
"Go put that shit back, Kenn." Jahseh mutters.
I point the gun towards him.
"Get the fuck out."
"Are you fucking ser-" I aim at the table Jahsehs still holding and shoot. The bullet grazes his leg and puts a hole through the tables leg.
"Get out!" I yell like a crazy bitch. Geneva runs for the door but Jahseh stays.
"I didn't do shit with her!" He yells, loudly.
"Jahseh. Get. Out."
He hesitates for a second, before turning around and walking out the door. I listen for their car and once I hear it leave I lock the door. I make my way back to my bed and put the gun back. I close my eyes and drift off once again.
I am so sorry for the long wait.. with everything that is going on in my life, I hope you all understand. I'm really trying my hardest guys. Enjoy.
