House Call

Chapter 8: Flash Back

"You're a fucking faggot! You out here sucking dick and fucking dudes and shit!!" He screamed.
My dad walked up to me and tried to swing on me but I blocked him. He grabbed me and pushed my over the kitchen table. I fell over and knocked everything on the floor with me.

"You've got two options nigga. Take yo faggoty ass to see the specialist and talk to Pastor Oakley or get the fuck up out my house! What's it gonna be?"

I stood up and tried to regain my balance. "I'm out!"

I walked up the stairs in the kitchen and went up to my room.I pulled the suitcase and duffel bag out of my closet and threw them on my bed. I grabbed some clothes that were hung up and threw them on the bed. I am moving as fast as I can with tears running down my face, I just want to get out of this house.

She walks in my room and sees me packing. "Sweetheart, don't do this. You know he's only going to be mad for a few days." She tried to come closer and hug me, but I moved back. I don't want to be touched, I don't want to talk.

I moved around her and kept on packing and taking things out of my drawers.

"Wyatt baby, please just talk to me. We used to be able to just talk about anything you and I. Come on sweetie. We can get you some help, we can talk to a specialist..."

It's taking everything in me not to snap on her, and I don't have the time to fight. "Can you please just leave and go back downstairs, to him. That's the only one you really care about. How could you let him kick me out? What type of mother would let him put me on the streets and you know I have nowhere to go? You didn't even stick up for me, you just stood there like you always do. But it's all cool, you love that nigga more that you'll ever love me; power of the dick I guess. "

She stood there quiet and I grabbed the last of my things. I went back into the closet and opened my safe. I grabbed my birth certificate and the money I'd been holding on to for when this day came. She saw the money and walked over to the bed.

"Where'd you get all that... how much money is that?"

I zipped up my duffel, my suitcase and my backpack. "It's enough."

I grabbed my bags and my keys and walked past her and down the stairs and of course she followed. I stopped and looked him.

"You know, you never were much of a man, so I don't know why I thought at some point you'd be a good dad." I took my house keys off of the ring with my car key. "You can have these, I wont be back, that is my promise to you."

I wiped my tear and threw my keys to him. He smiled to himself when he caught them. "Oh you'll be back. I've frozen your accounts and terminated your credit card. You've got no where to go. So the way I see it is, you either be homeless and suck dick to get by because no one is going to take yo broke ass in; or you go see the specialist and speak to the pastor and keep a warm bed and food. So pick one. And be wise with that choice son, I can make that scholarship disappear with a phone call."

I looked and him and laughed so hard. You could see the anger start to rise in his chest. "Five, I'm never out of options so you'll never put me in a box. You don't own me.  Four, I knew you were going to cut me off financially, so I transferred $20k from your account to an offshore account in my name sometime ago, so I'd say that I'm a little far from broke."

 I looked at my mother so that she knew not to say anything about the money in my bag. "Three, my scholarship has already been finalized and awarded to me. The only grounds on which it can be terminated are strictly academic, and we both know that wont be an issue. Two, since were talking about seeing a specialist and talking to Pastor Oakley, why don't you meet with them about the affairs you've been having and the other two kids you have outside of your marriage. "

"What did you say? Tw- Two kids?" my mother was about to faint and I honestly could care less.

For a woman so smart with multiple degrees, she was a complete fool and stupidly blind when it came to my father. How do you not know about these things, when it's happening right under your nose?

I reached in my backpack and handed her an envelope. "It's all here. Dates, pictures, invoices and emails along with facebook messages and secondary bank statements showing the money that he's been giving her, excuse me, them. Do yourself a favor and divorce him. Take everything and move on with your life." I stated to walk towards the door. "Oh, I almost forgot... One, you two will never see me again. I'm never go to come back, or show up, or send cards. There will never be a phone call or so much as us running into each other in grocery stores. I'll arrange for my things to be picked up tomorrow."

I walked out the front door and tears rolled right out of my eyes. The real sucky part is that I always knew this day would come and that shit still hurt even though I'd prepared myself for it. I got in my car and drove out of the driveway and onto the main street. Where the fuck was a nigga to go? I thought about the dudes I had been fucking with but that shit was risky business. I thought about my homeboy Tyler, but his parents didn't need to have my family drama adding to their stress levels; besides, his parents were already on end with one another. Only place left would be grandpa's crib, he'd never let me go hungry or homeless.

Still drying my eyes and thinking, I was trying to get myself together. I didn't realize I had ran a red light and got hit smacked dead on the left side of my car, then the left and this time the car flipped twice. Once the car stopped flipping I felt pain all through my body, I opened my eyes to see blood on my arms and dripping from my head. My heart was beating really fast and then all of a sudden, It slowed down fast as fuck. I can't breath.. I can see..

*GASPS*

"I looked around the room to see the window open and the moonlight shinning on the bed. I had to grab my chest.

"You ok babe?!" Percy asked while on the toilet in the bathroom... in the dark.

The nigga scared even more shit outta me. I had to squint just to make him out in the darkness. 

"Yeah, I just had a bad dream. A really bad dream." I looked at him with the utmost confusion. "Why are you in the dark though??"

He laughed and sucked his teeth. "Mind yo business lil nigga.'

"You is my business. What you doing shitting?"

"Nah, I'm just taking a leak." he said

I was so confused! "Sitting down my nigga????!!!" I've got me a closet bottom on my hands! ahhh hell nah!

"Well if you weren't drilling that pipe in me, I might be able to stand!" he got up and flushed the toilet.

I couldn't help but to laugh my ass off when he said that. He wobbled back to bed and got in next to me.

"Will you shut up before you wake the whole damn house up! Damn!"

"My bad babe."

He pulled me closer to him and I rested on his chest. "What was your dream about anyway? What got my back all spooked out?"

I looked at him in his eyes and then back down to his stomach. "It was about my parents and the day I left home."

He grabbed me little tighter. "You comfortable talking to me about this?"

"In all honesty, no. I never like talking about this, but you're going to be my husband one day, so I've got to start telling you everything, no matter how uncomfortable I might be. I want yo know everything. " I looked up at him and hi was just benign with pride.

I took the time to open up about everything that went on with my parents and I, and although I really was utterly uncomfortable, I knew that he was the most important person in my life and I wanted him to know everything about me. Inside and out.
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This chapter was a filler but more importantly and ice breaker. I think it's time y'all know what's really up with the perfect couple.
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