Miseducated (Short Story.)

Chapter 18.

"Pills and potions, we're overdosin, I'm angry, but I. Still. Love. You." - Nicki Minaj.

Tuesdai. 

I finished up the salad for the side for dinner and raced upstairs to get cleaned up and changed. Hopefully tonight would be a success and Rah would be able to forgive both of his parents. Then again, Rahmell Carter is Rahmell Carter, the stubborn little boy I knew back then. He doesn't forgive as easily as most and he will forever hold a grudge. 

I can remember back in the twelfth grade when we were just friends. He wanted to come to my house that night to chill, but I told him I was sick, which I wasn't. I ended up going to a party with Todd and Stace, he never knew I was there and had a fit that I lied to him when we caught eyes. Later on we got drunk and ya'll know what happened next. Even after that night he'd bring up the one damn time I lied to him, it's like he's the grudge keeper or something.

"Babe, where's my 12's at?" Rah called from the closet. I sighed and laid the flower patterned trousers on the bed. "I'm coming!" I bent down to find them under our bed. I sighed and grabbed both shoes. I walked into the closet to find him on the floor, still wrapped in his towel. "You know they'll be here in ten minutes right?" I smirked. He smacked his teeth. "Can you pick me somethin' out. I only know I wanna wear these." He said taking the shoes from me. 

"What did you do for the past three years without me Rahmell?" I asked annoyed. "Well, I had a female around, so.." I held my hand up. "Don't make me smack you Rah." "What? You asked! I was just being honest." I snatched shirts and jeans from the hangers and handed them to him. "Here." I walked back into the room and hurriedly got into my trousers that I now figured out might be getting a little tight. I sighed as I thought of all the excess weight I would be putting on. 

That was one thing I couldn't stand about being pregnant. I was already a thicker woman, and even though I was as confident and Beyonce was, I knew that extra weight wasn't good for me. I threw on the flowy white top, tucked it in loosely and shook my naturally curly hair. No time to do it. I beat my face minimally and sprayed a little of my favorite fragrance, slid my engagement ring on and walked back into the closet. 

"You ready?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, rubbing my little bump. "You know I didn't mean it like that baby. I'm sorry." He kissed the side of my face. "I know, I'm just being a drama queen right now, but it still hurt my feelings." "I know and that's why I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that okay?" He turned me around in his arms and I nodded before he kissed my forehead. 

"You look beautiful babe." I smiled and kissed his lips. "Thanks. " I mumbled against them. "Now let me go so I can answer the door." He rolled his eyes and grabbed his extra pair of crutches he had in the closet. The doctor said it would be okay for him to walk without them,but he had been complaining about some pain, so I told him he needed to chill with the walking for a little. I walked down the stairs with him struggling behind. "Fuck this!" He yelled. I turned around and gave him a glare. 

"You better walk with those crutches Ramhell Timothy!" I yelled. He smacked his lips as I made it down the steps and to the door. I opened the door after the second ring of the doorbell, I smiled warmly at the couple as I gestured for them to come in. "Hey baby." Ma kissed my cheeks and then my baby bump. I giggled. "Hello Tuesdai." Rahmell's dad said. "Hi Mr. Carter." He held up his hand to interject. "You can call me Darrius, no need to be formal, you're family. 

I smiled and said a small okay as Rahmell said nothing to the both of them, just glared. I walked everyone to the dining room and prepared to get the dinner I so hardly worked on for tonight. They better eat this shit.I sat down after plating every ones food. "Prayer Rahmell." Ma said. He  glared at her as she bowed her head.

"Dear Father God. I want to thank you for letting us all see another beautiful day, please God keep me from the devil as I sit down with these people I call parents.  Keep me from not wanting to break my own fathers neck for touching my mother's thigh inappropriately under my three thousand dollar Versace dining table.

"Oh and lord, please tell Tuesdai to stop kicking me with those heels that she know she ain't supposed to be wearing because if I could, I would snatch them off her feet and throw them outside right now father. Yass  lawwd. Oh and to finish this off. Please let us enjoy the meal Tues done slaved over, cause if we don't like it she might spoon feed it to us. Amen."

He raised his head and smiled at us before digging in. Times like these, I needed a damn drink. I drank some of my water and cleared my throat. "So what brings you guys over." "Well we wanted to explain to Rahmell what's going on." His dad said. Rahmell looked at me. "Bae, this chicken is tasty." I rolled my eyes at his childlike behavior. "Rahmell." I warned. "Nah, Tues, I can't pretend to be happy that their here, cause I'm not. So don't Rahmell me." He snapped. I dropped my silverware, causing it to make a clinking noise. "The living room now!" I got up swiftly and walked to the living room as he slowly followed.

"What man." He asked.

""First lose the damn attitude Rahmell, second, what the hell is your deal!"

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Cliffhanger! lol, but anyways how do you think Rahmell is acting right now?

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-Tushari :)