THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER || NBA YOUNGBOY

PROLOGUE:

I unlocked the house door quietly, I looked around making sure nobody was downstairs. I walked up the stairs carefully.

As I got to the top of the stairs, I looked both ways, I hurried up and speed walked to my room. I opened the door slightly as I came in, I closed it back quietly.

I flicked on the light, and my mother was sitting on my bed with her arms crossed. I gasped, holding my chest.

"Mama, you scared me." I panted. "Lyric, it's 5:00 o'clock in the morning. What do you have on? And are you drunk?"

"Here you go..." I said smacking my lips, walking to my closet. "Here I go? Little girl... you know what if your father -" I cut her off, and looked at her.

"If my father was what? Here? With you, me and Gisselle? But he's not. Mama get over it. Daddy is having a affair. He never has time for us, as you can see he's not here whether you know it or not." I remarked.

"Watch your tone with me, Lyric!" She shouted at me, then my door opened. "And look who just waltz himself in here. Good morning father." I clapped and said sarcastically.

"What's going on with her? And Lyric what the hell do you have on? Michelle, do you see THAT? You let our daughter walk out the house with that on?" My dad yelled, pointing at me.

"Malcolm, she has been sneaking out the house to see that hoodlum and those fast little girls. That's where she got it from! Those type of people are a bad influence on you! And especially if you are a PK, you're representing your father and I." I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"It takes a lot of nerve of someone judging somebody who came from a past of having a kid at 16 years old. You don't know them! They actually care and like me for me, and for who I am. Not pretending to be this Preacher's Kid, y'all want me to be." I retorted.

"There, I said it. This is who I am mama and daddy. Whether y'all like it or not, this is me!" I yelled at them.

"Whether YOU like it or not. This is MY house. You're living under my roof. And you're bringing this devilment, talking back, disrespecting your elders, and sinning behind close doors." I stepped back, holding my chest, trying to restrain myself from laughing.

"Sinning? It's a sin to lie. Which I've been doing for all of these years to myself and including you TWO! Pretending to be someone I'm not. I like rap music. I like Nicki Minaj and Rihanna. I like a whole bunch of stuff, that I've been hiding from y'all. And I'm sick of tired, having to hide my true self and identity." I stated.

"And it's also a sin to cheat on your wife." I remarked. "Get out of my house. You're not welcomed here, Lyric. This is a house of god, until you learn to accept that, leave." I blinked my eyes, from hearing what was said from my "dad."

"You know what? I don't care. I don't need y'all! I'm better by myself anyway! And you're choosing your cheating husband over your child! I will leave." I shouted, as I cried. It hit me deep cause it hurts that you're not being chosen over. My mama didn't even say anything.

I packed my clothes that I brought. I left their stuff behind. I wiped my tears as I walked passed them. "You can come back when you - " I cut them off by scoffing.

"I'm never coming back." I said nonchalantly. I walked out my now old room, I seen Gisselle in the hallway. "Lyric where are you going?" I sniffled my nose. I squatted down and hugged her.

"I'm going away for a long time. I love you and be good Gigi." I whispered in her ear. "What are you telling your sister, to sin just how you did?" I looked back, and seen my "parents" behind me.

I grabbed my suitcase, and walked down the stairs. When I got down to the last step, I looked back at them. I seen Gisselle waving at me. I waved back at her and smiled, I opened the door, and walked out.

"So much of being a Preacher's Kid..."

THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER || NBA YOUNGBOY
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