Go to the party they said. It'll be fun they said.
When shots break out at a high school party, Isaiah King finds himself alone and driving anywhere away from the house flashing red and blue. On his journey to nowhere, he runs into a curly-haired mu...
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"Where your shirt at boy?"
I let out a slight chuckle and set my ball on the kitchen counter, the aroma of sweet potato pie filling the air. I grabbed a spare towel, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I sat down on the metal stool.
"I was playing basketball with Pop," I tell my mother. "You're lucky I didn't walk in here naked, Cali weather is no joke."
Her black curls bounced as she turned to me and shrugged. "Nothing I ain't seen before."
A large pie was placed in front of me. "That's nasty momma," I say, taking a swipe of icing from the pie.
Momma rolled her eyes and began cleaning the counter. "Isaiah, your ass used to run around naked, I remember your little ding a li–Hey put that down!" She yelled, slapping my hand before I could lick off the frosting.
"That's my Patii Labelle pie, boy! Did I say you could taste it?" She picked it up and placed it next to the stove, shooting me a cold glare as she crossed her arms and waited for an answer.
I shuddered. There was nothing scarier than the Black Mother.
I looked down and muttered a quiet "no", maybe if I didn't make eye contact then the look would go away.
It didn't.
That only made her angrier, so when I saw my father sneaking a piece pie behind her my eyes went wide.
It was like if you were getting chased by a bear, scary as hell, but if someone else pokes it on the butt then it'll start chasing them instead and you're safe without a single scratch. This was the same situation only the bear was my mother and my dad was the dumbass who poked it with a stick. "He's eating the pie!" I screamed, pointing behind her.
Her eyes filled with fire as she slowly turned her head. Pop looked like a deer caught in the headlights, he was bent over, a piece of pie in his hand and a plastic fork in the other. His eyes bulged as he and Momma stared at each other down, his slow chewing causing her to growl.
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