Authors note* { got a message saying they wanted some vivid sex details in this chapter sex scene so I added to it 😊}
Ivory
Amira wouldn't utter a word at me as she sat in the passenger seat arms folded. Nothing but tears falling down her face
I didn't have shit to say to her. Her tears usually would've moved me but that shit meant absolutely nothing to me right now
I didn't give a fuck if she cried a river in my car.
"You Don't Love me" she spat angrily, bitterly. Her big eyes turned dark as she mumbled some shit about Mo. her statement was baseless and not even worth me responding too
I felt like I showed Amira how much I loved her. I went above and beyond. Just like I did in the Streets I went hard with her.
Not in a abusive way but in a nurturing passionate way. Whatever her heart desired I got. And I'm not just speaking on materialistic shit. If Amira told me she wanted me to help her project she was assigned at work I was helping best as I could. If her hands were too tired and cramping to do her siblings hair I would be putting her sisters hair in big puffballs for her even if the shit was a mess. I took her weaknesses and showed her strength. I made sure everyday I told her how beautiful she was because when I first met her she had low self esteem
"I can't believe you really mad at me because you got someone pregnant on me. I don't want to be the typical babymomma in the hood. Being pregnant by a nigga who got me and another girl pregnant at the same time" Amira voice was so angry it was like she was spitting out fire
we pulled up at my house and I quickly got out the car. I snatched her door open and yanked her out
"Don't touch me" she screamed snatching away. But she walked straight to my door though . I was locked up for three months and I was fully aware from our many conversations she been here
i went straight to my mother when I laid eyes on her. Her eyes light up and she jumped off the couch. My mother was extremely shy but not towards me . She had her long hair straightened who was shocking cuz she ain't let nobody touch her shit. But I guess Amira grew on her cuz she told me she straightened it the other day
"Ivory! Ivory! Ivory!" She hugged me tight and I hugged her harder.
My mother may had Autism but I always felt her love even though I was a product of rape. even though she didn't really raise me. She was my queen and meant the world to me
"I missed you so much Ma. You been giving Nurse Jenkins a hard time? What I tell you bout that?"
My mother shook her head no and started waving her hands in her face. She made her usual noises and I went in my pockets to get the first thing I got when I came home on bail today after court. A new hair Bow but it was big and the color of cream. Ivory
"I'm sorry I was missing for awhile. I got in some trouble but Ima start doing better. I got a baby on the way now too. You going be a grandmother." I put the bow clip in her hair and she was fascinated
.Most people with Austim had a strong attachment to a certain item and hers was hair bows.
No matter where I lived, group home or foster home I always came running in a home my mom was in to give her a damn bow. When my grams was alive and we were under her food At first I was embarrassed of my mother and didn't know how to handle my mom not being normal like everyone else's. It made me extremely private. I got violent and started becoming a bully once people knew my mom had Autism and teased me. You said something slick I was busting ya shit wide open. Now I embraced my mother and had her with me the minute I copped a house
