I was suddenly woken out of my sleep at 8:30 in the morning by the sound of Earl yelling. I sat up in the sofa bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I saw his red headed lady friend march towards the front door in the same tight animal print shorts and tube top, carrying her flip flops.
"YOU LOW DOWN, TWO-BIT WHORE!", yelled Earl from the back of the trailer.
"Baby, it ain't what you think!", cried the red headed woman.
"BULL FUCKIN' SHIT!", he shouted. THE MOTHAFUCKA CALLED HERE AN HOUR AGO LOOKIN' FO YOU, WONDERIN' WHERE THE FUCK YOU WAS AT. SAYIN' HE YO HUSBAND!
"Earl, you don't understand. We are divorced", she whined.
"YOU FUCKIN' TRAMP!", he yelled. AFTER EVERY FUCKIN' THANG I DONE FOR YOU, STILL MARRIED! TOOK YOU TO WORK, WORKED ON YOUR CAR FOR FREE, GAVE YOU THE BEST PIECE OF DICK YOU DONE EVER HAD! GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!
"But baby, I can explain", she replied.
"WHATEVER YOU GOT'S TA SAY, I AIN'T TRYNA HEAR IT!", he yelled. GET CHA DIRTY ASS OUTTA MY HOUSE AND DON'T BOTHER COMIN' BACK!
I stood in the entrance of the narrow hallway, witnessing the whole thing. Earl was in nothing but his pair of black boxer shorts and barefoot, holding her purse by the strap.
"Can I at lease have my purse?", she asked.
"Come get it 'for throw it out in the backyard!", he snapped.
With that being said, she left and Earl slammed the back door close after her. He noticed me standing in the hallway entrance.
"Go back to sleep, show's over!", he snapped.
Then he went back into his room and slammed the door to his bedroom. When I re-awoke, it was 2:00 in the afternoon. I found a note on the coffee table after I folded the sofa bed back up. "Went to work, be safe, be back later", it said. It looks like he didn't plan a thing for my birthday. The window unit in his living room didn't work right, so at times it was hot and at other times it was too cold. I woke up almost drenched in sweat, so I took a cool shower. I made myself a hamburger from leftover 4th of July burger patties, heated up some beans and sat down on the sofa ready to watch TV when the phone rang. I jumped up to answer it thinking it was either one of my friends calling to wish me a happy birthday or Earl calling to check up on me.
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Mr. Tan
Teen FictionTeenage Alexis Bethany Hathaway who is reunited with her nonchalant mother and her verbally abusive husband after her loving grandmother's death. Once she discovers that she is pregnant, her mother tells her she has a certain amount of time to get a...
