Peacefully sleeping you turned to wrap your arm around Keith only to find an empty spot. Yelling then filling the quiet house, you sighed already knowing what was happening.
Keith and your son Tyrell have been arguing non-stop for the past two weeks. He has always been the trouble maker out of your four kids so you knew the time was coming when they were going to bump heads. Luckily your other three were at Jennifer's house, so you did the best you could to wobble in Tyrell room with your pregnant belly. Yes, you're still popping out babies. With a husband like Keith, you can't stay away!
You were met with Tyrell and Keith squaring up with each other. Even though Keith is 6'2, Tyrell being 6'4 beat him by 2 inches. You took your time to walk over to them and separate them which was hard because; one, you're seven months pregnant. Two, they tower over your 5'6 frame and three, since they were blinded by anger they wasn't focusing on you but each other.
"Hey! Stop it!" You pushed Keith away knowing what was going to happen because they both have anger problems that they can't control. If there was a fight, they wouldn't stop until someone either died or was in the hospital. Yeah, it was that bad!
"Mama get your husband!" Tyrell was fuming and from his light complexion you could tell. His face was red and his fist was balled up, at least Keith could control it at times but Tyrell was crazy.
"Ty, baby what's wrong?" "Really Y/N? You catering to this lil nigga?" You turned around to glare at Keith "No I'm not but if y'all both want to make it out of here alive I suggest you both shut the fuck up and let me think!" You cried out. They eyes softened at your tears and Keith rubbed your belly.
"What's going on with you two?" You asked. Which was a bad idea because they got hyped again.
"I found this under his bed!" Keith showed you some kind of white substance in a zip lock bag. You snatched it from Keith and observed it carefully. Your heart dropped as you stared at Tyrell. "Don't tell me this is what I think it is..." Tyrell slowly turned his head to look out the window "Asshole shouldn't have been in my room.." You walked to him grabbed his face look him in the eye "Tyrell Kenneth Powers. Don't tell me this is what I think this is." You said threw gritted teeth. He just smirked "Okay its not what you-" you slapped him "MAMA!?" He held his cheek and backed up. You was not the one to play with. "Boy I didn't ask for your damn sarcasm, is this coke?" He looked at you and nodded. You rolled your eyes and sighed "Jesus Christ!" You threw the bag at him and sat on his bed while holding your stomach and head. Tyrell sat down next to you but You turned your head. You couldn't even look at him.
"Ma, that's why I hid it! I didn't want to put stress on you and the baby!" You slowly stood up and slapped him again "You shouldn't have brought this shit in our home to began with! What if the cops had a search warrant on this house, knowing one of your nappy headed ass friends probably snitched!" Keith chuckled but stopped when you looked at him. "Or worse your sisters or brother would've found it, knowing they nosy asses!" You sighed and just walked out knowing you'll kill your own son if you stayed. Before you even made it to you and Keith's room the arguing started again. This time you heared everything.
"You see? You putting stress on Y/N! Bringing this bullshit into my house, you better be glad I ain't reporting your ass!" "Man shut the fuck up! I can't wait to move out this bitch!" "Then why don't you? Leave right now lil nigga, I got three more kids and another one on the way I'm not putting them at risk for your dumb ass!" "Fine then! I don't see why mama stayed with your abusive ass! That's right, she told me what happened before I was born! I should beat your pussy ass right now, putting your hands on her!" Your eyes widened when you heared a thud. You didn't like running while pregnant but your ass was gonna run tonight! You found Keith on top of Tyrell pounding the shit out his face.
"KEITH! GET OFF OF HIM!" You tried to pull him off while also watching out for your belly. It took a while but when you did you cried at Tyrell's face. He had a busted lip, blood was running out of his nose and a black eye was forming. You helped him up.
"Oh my God, baby. Keith what the hell is wrong with you?" Tyrell snatched from your grip and went in his closet. "He had all the fucking mouth but no hands to back it up!" Keith walked away. All Tyrell saw was black as he retrieved his stacks of money he earned from selling, more packs of drugs and a bag to put it in. You sat there dumbfounded as your son had a whole bando in his room and you didn't even know it. From under his bed he got a pistol. You backed up "What the fuck Ty?!" He put the gun his pants and pulled down his shirt. "I love you ma." He bent down and kissed your forehead and stomach "Love you too little man." You followed him downstairs "Tyrell just talk to him, I promise he'll let you back. He was just talking!" Tyrell turned and pointed to his face "This ain't talking ma! I'm 17, I made this descision and I got to do what I got to do. Tell my siblings I love them." He slammed the door to show that he was still angry. You felt Keith behind you as he rubbed your belly. "You told him about what happened?" He sounded sad. Keith never wanted his kids to know about his dark past and the event that just took place is exactly why. You brushed him off and turned to him, if looks could kill he would be six feet under. "If my son turns out like you or something happen to him, I'll kill you." You pushed him out the way and decided to sleep alone tonight. You slammed the door to indicate that you also were mad.
Keith punched the wall and sighed knowing you were serious about your words. ______________________________________
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