Christopher Brown was a born into a Christian household , taught and followed the bible since could talk. You wouldn't be the son of the church anywhere but in service on Sunday beside Pastor, His father. It was one night, that turned into somethi...
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"The lord tests the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and the one who loves violence" Psalm 11:5
Christopher 3:23am
I couldn't get Vonciere out of my head. I prayed for her, I prayed she'd leave him, it only left me scared to fall asleep worried about her life. I got out of bed, I put a shirt on before walking downstairs to get some water.
Once I got downstairs the light from the kitchen became visible, it was usually off. I walked into the kitchen to see my mother sitting at the kitchen island,she snaps her head over to me from her bible and smiled
"What are you doing up baby boy?" She questioned. "Can't sleep" I said walking over to the cabinet and grabbing a glass. I put Ice in the glass and took the pitcher out the refrigerator. "Me neither" She chuckled lightly shaking her head.
Nothing really troubled my momma, to anyone right now she would be acting suspicious, something bothered her.
"What's wrong momma?" I asked her. She looked up from her bible again and laughs "Now what makes you think somethings wrong with me?" I shrugged taking my glass and sitting next to her "You up at 3 in the morning when you should be sleep.." As I said this my eyes darted over at the key holder noticing my dad's keys were gone. "Where's dad?" I asked. Momma knew she didn't wanna talk about it, especially not with me, in her mind I was still a little boy who had no business in grown folks shit, but at the end of the day, reality said I was alert.
She closes her bible to talk clearer to me "Your daddy has a drinking problem... he came home drunk. He wanted to start up a fight like he always does and I don't have the strength to argue with him right now. He left, I don't know where he is"
"He can't just leave you and run off some where--" "He used to do this all them time when you were little, He'll be back.. he always comes back" She cuts me off. I sat there silent watching her shake her head in stress and disappointment.
"You know I do so much for your Daddy, even at his dark times... the times I wanna choke his old ass I remember the day I fell in love with him.. the day we got married.. the day we had you " She runs her hand over my face. "Your daddy may do me wrong but you were the best gift he could have ever given to me you understand that ?" He asked. I nodded. She leaned over and kissed my forehead "Now don't worry about me, god got me. Go to sleep, you got school in the morning" . With a small nod I grabbed my glass "Night momma" I mumbled. "Night Baby boy" She said. As I made my way upstairs I could hear her faint tears from the kitchen. Fighting the urge to go back and hug her I went to my room to try to go back to sleep.
