the church boy and the bad girl

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"Ugh, fine mom I'll go." I quickly kissed her forehead not in the mood to protest. Because, would you protest with your mother ,who had  just recovered from cardiac arrest about a month ago, and suffered from a heart attach two weeks ago ?

Yeah I wouldn't dare.

My mom is my sister, my best friend, my protector, my everything. She was strong for the both of us when my dad had the nerve to kill himself. Leaving my mother and I to fend for ourselves, to just accept the fact that his is never ever coming back.

My dad and I were exceptionally close. We would go out and play in the park .While mom talked laughed and cracked jokes with the other moms. He would always buy me cotton candy even when mom said not to cause I would get sugar rush and run all about. He got me the flower shaped one. Knowing that was the one I loved the most ,because I thought it had more than the bunny and duck . He would sneak me cookies and milk on christmas, read me bed time stories from an empty photo album looking back he just made them up. He let me play mortal kombat on his laptop before he helped me with my homework.

I look so much like him black hair,really light mocha skin, full plump pink lips, straight pointed small nose . my dad was half russian and half black . grand dad always told me I'm his spitting image when I was a kid, before his passed away from lung cancer when I was twelve .

My grand mother got shot when I was five so I don't know her or remember her much grand dad said she got shot because the people who killed her thought she was someone else. She had two boys and one girl my aunt died due to a miscarriage. Grand dad said that's when grand mother started so change. Started to shut down and shut out the world around her.

On my mother's side ,well I don't know nor have I ever even met my grand parents. My mom and her parents don't speak because they never approved of my dad. Always wanted someone better, richer for my mom ,but my mom loves my dad still does. She says sometimes she can hear him speaking to her .I just thought she had gone crazy ,until one night when I heard her speaking calling his name laughing and it confirmed my suspicions

My mother was a kind , short woman probably 5'3 she had wide hips a large round butt and a small torso . Pear is what I think the stereo type is ? She has green eyes and thin small lips ,a straight small nose like my dad but hers was hooked. she had long orangish hair that reaches her waist after a hair cut ,and many freckles that dot about her pale fair skin.

I arrived home on my purple and black motor cycle. Opened the door and to my surprise it was already unlocked. "The fuck ?" I mumbled. I didn't even need to question myself I know I locked all doors I even checked twice just to make sure. I waisted no time reaching for my gold handgun in my black leather jacket.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A familiar voice said singing from behind me. I quickly spin around to face him pointing the gun at his chest because that's as high I can allow myself to aim with my 4'7 self. Shutting my eyes to calm myself because who knows how long I can stand this bull.

" The fuck you fucking doing at my house ?" I didn't fully trust him for all I know he could be a traitor sent to kill me. " boss sent me to get you chicka , said it urgent and don't come back without you."