SHOW ME LOVE(URBAN STORY)

chapter 11

Quincy P.O.V.

The past few months being good not great but good.Me and quanny been talking not major talking but flirting, you can say.I still got my side chicks if anything happen I have not hit it yet but hey from the rumors that i heard she don't let anybody hit it except rich nights.Hey if you going to be a hoe at least get money and real materials while you at it unlike these dollar hoes.

The trap been boomed with business and it is going great I have not have any problem with local gangs maybe because we are low-key. I not the person who will jeopardize my families life for my selfish being even though I still sell drugs I keep it on the low.Right now I am at my trap house checking if everything is going okay dapping some of the co-workers and going to my office to see what i need to improve in the business and what i need to cut out of it to make it better.Strolling inside my neatly office i quickly decided on going to my desk to see if any of my co-workers been paying up.Gawking at the papers and counting the bills that my workers left and all the supplies i gave them.I had the amount of bill for them.

Leaving the trap house i decided on going to my beloved mother house so i can see the beautiful, black, strong, independent, woman that gave me life and hear her mesmerizing voice also a nigga hungry a$$ f**k.I  do a little prayer asking GOD to make me go to my moo house with no injuries and watch out for me while I am in the road.

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Finally reaching my destination, I quickly got out my car and went inside my mom's house.Suddenly i was hit, what the fuck?. My face with confusion and anger, how could this s**t happened i thought to myself.

Why have i not been to my mother for a long time? because the  moment i enter her house the aroma of her cooking hit my face like i fighting with a grown man.My stomach start growling like I am wolf and some one is hurting my mate(sorry about this metaphor i was reading a wolf story while i was writing this story).

I quickly went to the the kitchen to see my mom cooking.A smirked came across my face because she does not know that I am behind like being the person that i am i going to scared the black off her.Leisurely wandering around the kitchen counter, i waited for the perfect opportunity then i wail HEY MOM!

WHAP!   SPLASH!

" O MY GOSH MOM WHAT THE FUC"-whap!

If knew my mom was going to hit me with the hot wooden spoon then throw almost hot water then i would never have done that.I'M seating crying my eyes out cause that wooden spoon don't play, I could feel my face getting swollen from the impact  of the wooden spoon quickly getting up and going to freezer i glare at my mother who laughing her heart out.She did not even say sorry to me what mother  is she.

"mom are you seriously laughing at me" i look at  her wiping the tears that was cascading down her face."Boy you came at wrong time i just finished watching madea's family reunion let's just say madea got me motivated" she replied while laughing again.

"so mom what are you cooking"? I ask with my mouth hanging with saliva trying to cascade to the kitchen counter i quickly shut my mouth when my mom glared at me,hurriedly apologizes about that."Well i made macaroni and cheese,steak,mashed potatoes and a red velvet cake with butter cream, also fruit salad, and ham burgers".

  I quickly got off my seat and grabbed a plate. i put all the food in the plate i did a little pray and started devouring the food.I really missed my mom cooking i should come here often.My sister Paris came into the kitchen and took a plate of her own she came to seat next to me without giving me a hug first.We are the type of sibling that can talk for hours but once we see food in front of us their is  no word that is  spoken.

I know my sister more than she think i know i can tell she tried to hide herself behind that smile.I know she is insecure about herself and she doesn't like talking about her feeling she just keep it in so no one that is close to wont get hurt when she tells or expressed her emotion. I believed the book that people read can tell what kind of person you are.MY sister reads fan-fiction where the nerd falling in love with the popular cool kid or the thug.In my opinion I am not saying that can not happen but if the guy is so cool he has to be jerk and he will care what his friend of the girl so ii really do not see why she reads these books.But i keep it to myself if she is happy to read those who am i to say she can not read.

Finally finished eating my third plate, i stood up and put my plate in the sink leaving after washing my dish.I thank my mother and kiss her forehead and Paris and left.After ten minutes on the road i reached my home feeling tired i quickly took a bath now I am going to turn up.Putting the most bling out clothes i got in these closet.Walking out of the closet i yelled "TURN UP" rapidly running to my bed laying on it.I mumble "i'm going to turn up on this sleep" by the way if you still wondering what are my most bling out outfit are my sweats and t-shirt.Anybody who like being comfortable out home will say the same.