My Daddy's Little Thug

Chapter 7

India POV

I walked into the house, and I heard the tv from the living room on. I walked in there, and I seen my mom on the couch watching a horror movie. I rolled my eyes and made my way into the kitchen. Then I heard footsteps coming in here, and I turned around to see my mom.

"Don't come in here and start eating my food you slut! "she yelled. I continued getting the things that I needed for my sandwich, trying to avoid the words that are coming out of her mouth. " You know your Daddy never loved you. I could tell, India. I don't even love you, I should've given you up for adoption when I had the chance. My mom said that if I had you, it would be the biggest mistake of my life. I told her she needed to go to hell. Now I  regret that, you should be the one going to hell you dirty, filthy, lying son of a B*TCH! "she said. I took the knife out of my hand and threw it towards he direction. It hit the wall and she just looked stunned.

"Your gonna shut the f*ck up! Your gonna shut your mouth, and sit your a** down. I'd wish I had a different mother. I'd wish I hadn't even came out of your womb! Any body would love to have me as their child. Daddy loved me! Your just jealous because you and I, will never Look eye to eye! Your so freaking ignorant and childish! You are a dam lie! I hate you to the bottom of my heart! I will never forget the words you've said to me until the day I die! You ain't gotta love me, you ain't gotta own me. But I know a lot of people who do, and would Care for me like you've never have. You wanna dis-own me? F*ck that, I'll get my sh*t and go. Don't ever call me, don't talk to me. If my brother and sisters wanna see me, they'll call. But as for now, go to hell, "I said. I ran upstairs and packed all my things.

I grabbed all my stuff and I went into my parents room. I took about 50,000 dollar even though I'm gonna go with my grandma. I looked to the side on the wall, and seen a picture of me, my mom, my dad, sister and brother. We were beautiful. I wiped the only tear that fell, and took the picture. I grabbed my stuff and walked downstairs. My mom was sitting down in the chair in the kitchen, and she turned to Look at me with the most hatred eyes.

"I don't Care what anybody says including you. I will always love you. You are my mom and u would die for you. All the mistakes I've made I'm sorry. But I know that I will succeed without a mom. I've done it before and I can do it again,"I said. I walked out the house and walked to my car. I got inside and made my way to my grandma's house.

"Back again already I see....with your bags,"my grandma signed and motioned me inside her home. I put all my stuff down onto the living room floor. I walked back into the kitchen, and my grandpa was sitting down on the chair talking to my grandma. "What happened India? "my grandma asked concerned. I combed my hair with my hands and sat down on the stool and signed.

"Not much to say, other than my mother saying she wished I was never born. She said she hated me, and her moms not in her life anymore because of me-and blah, blah, blah! I'm just tired of her constant nagging me of to think I'm the reason my father is dead! Oh so now I'm the one to blame!? I'm the one who...got up and took a gun and shot him twice in his chest! I never would've even dare to disrespect the person who has loved me for years! "I yelled. I breathed heavily and stood up pacing back and fourth.

"Calm down child. She is still your mother and your still going to respect her,"my grandma stated.

"Oh, now she's a mother!? When was she ever a mother to me? Please tell me, I wanna know. I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired of her motherless presence. I just am...and I don't wanna talk about it no more,"I responded.