Losin' Control

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A/n im going for another run and decided to post this before i did. Well here you go. And indigoclifford your song was booty cheeks...

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Blake

"Sorry I'm late." I announced when I arrived to the hospital. "The line at Chipotle was long." I had the bag of my mom's food for her.

"It's no problem baby, sit down. Relax a little." My mom said. I pulled up a seat next to her bed. I grabbed her hand. She dug into her burrito bowl.

Looking at my mom was breaking my heart. She lost a lot of weight, her hair was thinning, and she was pale. My mother was suffering from stage four lung cancer since she was a heavy smoker. She even quit smoking last year when she developed a heavy cough. Who knew that cough would turn into cancer.

My mom was everything to me. She was only person I had since my dad left when I was three years old. Yea, we argued over stupid shit but at the end of the day, she gave me clothes, food, shelter, and a wonderful life. Yea I had aunts and uncles, but they don't do shit for me.

"How are you and Stephan?" She asked. One thing we never agreed on was boyfriend, Stephan. She loved Stephan like her own son but she didn't know the hoes he fucking behind my back, the names he call me, the bruises I constantly hide because of him. I'm only staying with him to make my mother happy.

"We're doing great." I lied. That nigga probably fucking a girl as we're speaking. "He's taking me to a party later one of his Basketball friends are throwing at their house."

"Go have fun. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." She joked.

"Trust me, I won't." Just smoke one blunt to get shit off my chest. "Enough about me, what about you. How are you mom?"

"God is letting me push through life, so I can't complain. I should be getting my transplant soon." Mom was a list for a new lung.

"That's great mommy. I've started praying  like you told me too."

"As you should." She said with a smile on her face. "Praying refreshes your mind, kind of like meditation. Do you feel refreshed."

"I do now since I'm here with you." She smiled.

"What did you buy from Footlocker?" My mom observed the bag on the ground. I handed her the bag with my sneakers.

"A pair of Jays." I announced with a smile on my face. My mom knew how big my love for Jordans were. If it was possible, I would marry a pair of Jays.

"You couldn't resist could you?" She chuckled lightly. I shook my head no. She looked at the receipt. "Honey who is Trent?" My eyes widen.

See you in my dreams bby girl. xxx-xxx-xxxx -Trent

"Some annoying boy who works at Footlocker. He kept hitting on me." I rolled my eyes at the memory of the cute white boy.

"He must really like you because he shaved $50 off of your bill." I read the receipt again. He sure did. I might go back there when Jordan drops another pair of kicks. "I don't blame him because you're beautiful." I smiled lightly at my mother's comment. She doesn't even know under this Fenty Beauty foundation.

A nurse walked in with her medication.
"I think you should get home sweetie. Drugs will knock me out like a light." She chucked a little before breaking out in a coughing fit. I grabbed her handkerchief off her bed side table because I knew blood was about to come out.

"Here." I passed her a water bottle out of my backpack. "Take your pills." She took them. I stood up. "I'm about to go home and get ready for this party." I kissed her forehead as I watched the drugs take over body.

"Ok baby. Be safe." She yawned.

"Love you momma." I kissed her forehead. Mom is the only person I will only say this too. Fuck the rest.

"Love you too baby." I stood up and collected my bags and left the room.

I sighed as I walked out of the hospital. I drove back to our apartment complex. As I was driving I got a call from Stephan. I rolled my eyes and put him on speaker.

"What." I said with a attitude.

"I'm coming to get you at eight, be ready." I glanced quickly on the clock on the dash. 7:03.

"Steve, I don't even want to go to the party. You know I hate parties."

"I don't give a shit. I need someone around my arm for the night. If you behave, I let you get dicked down tonight." I cringed at the sight of his dick and his wack ass stroke game.

"Let one of hoes be your date tonight." I suggested. I pulled up in parking lot and parked the car.

"Don't get disrespectful." His tone changed to an angrier tone. He hated when I mention his hoes. The first time I confronted him about cheating on me, was the first time he put his crusty ass hands on me.

"Whatever." I mumbled and hung up. I got out and went straight into my apartment. I was in no mood to dress up for this shit. If I could, I would just go with the tee shirt and Adidas track pants I'm wearing but I didn't want Stephan to comment on my attire.

After I took a nice hot shower, I put on a black cut out hoodie on, with black sports bra on and some high waisted black jeans. Color matching my soul right now.

I sat at my vanity and looked at my bare face in my mirror. I stared at the big purple bruise I received the other day thanks to Stephan. I sighed and did my make up. After I was finished, I sprayed my bombshell perfume and raked my fingers through my curly hair.

I looked on my phone for the time. Five minutes until satan arrives.

I settled on the my new sneakers I brought earlier to match with my red lips. As I was lacing them up, I couldn't stop thinking about how corny that skinny white boy was earlier. He probably hits on a lot of girls. I shrugged. I grabbed my phone and cash for an uber just in case Steve leaves me at the party with his thot of the night.

I made my way downstairs and waited for Steve. I saw his ugly ass Honda Civic speeding through the parking lot, almost running over my foot. I rolled my eyes and got into the car.

"You must want my dick tonight if you're dressing like that." He licked his disgusting lips. I hated when he does that. I shrugged. "Are you going to speak?" I ignored him. At this point in digging a hole for myself. But I don't care at this point. He grabbed my jaw forcefully and turned my neck so I was facing him. "You better fucking speak to me bitch."

"If you take your fucking hands from my face, maybe I will." He pushed my face away from him resulting me to hit the back of my head on the window. I rubbed my head.

"Watch your fucking tone." He drove off to the party.

"Hello Stephan. How are you today." I said sarcastically.

"It was great baby. Imma party tonight, pop some bottles, hopefully get some cat." He placed his hand on my thigh.

"Good." I mumbled. The ride to the party was silent besides Tekashi69 blasting on his radio.