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Genesis 💥




    After what had happened at the park earlier, my anger management coach decides that he's seen enough and quits before my first lesson even begins. His words not mine were, "She's nothing I've ever seen before."

    My mom has had it with me. She ignored me the whole ride back home. Her ass could stay mad for all I care.

    Honestly, I'm tired of everybody. I wish I was on my own personal island with no one around so I wouldn't have to deal with people's bullshit.

    It's like no one understands me too. For example, I specifically tell my mother that I hate people and what does she do? She enrolls me in public school. Public school. With a bunch of ratchet ass kids that will get their ass beat if they test me. People always try to make me out to be the bad guy but if they knew half the shit I went through and had to deal with, they'd get why I'm such a "monster."

    I stayed cooped up in my room for the remainder of the day, occasionally leaving to use the bathroom and get snacks. For the first time in forever, my family left me alone. That's all I ever wanted was peace and privacy. But my family never let me get it.

    A hard knock on the door made me look up from my phone and roll my eyes. I reluctantly get up and open it. Whoever was behind the door better have a good explanation for why they're bothering me.

    "Whatchu want?" I ask my mother with an attitude. One of her hands were on her hip and the other was holding that ugly ass android phone of hers. She stared at me with great disapproval.

    "I just got off the phone with your Auntie Val and she says that you can stay over at her place until you finish your senior year." She says causing me to look at her crazy. According to all the things my mom has told me about that woman, me moving in with Aunt Val was like fighting fire with fire. We weren't going to get alone because we both acted alike and that alone was a recipe for disaster.

    "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" I say pointing to myself.

    She sighs heavily. "Yes I'm talking to you now pack your shit and get ready to go. You have until eight thirty to get the hell out." Dang, since when did this bitch get bold?

    "Oh baby can't you nor nobody else make me get the hell out." I speak as I mug her and plop down on my bed getting comfortable. "Make me leave."

    "Tay!" My mother calls out for my older brother and his bitch ass comes storming into my room like he was gonna do shit. She only called him because she knows she can't win with me, but he can't do shit to me either. We fought numerous times and I punked his ass out every time. He enters with a big cardboard box and throws it on the floor. I look at it and back at him. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this shit?

    "You heard what mama said, leave," He says with animosity lacing his tone. I laugh.

    "And you heard what I said bitch. Make me." I taunt.

    He starts rummaging through my closet and throws all types of shit in the box.

    "I'm warning you right now Tay to stop."

    He doesn't listen to me. He grabs a pair of my Jordan 11's and carelessly tosses them into the box. That was my cue. I nod my head and slide off my bed with ease, ready to whoop some ass.

    "Wassup," He says moving back once I got up and squared up. I square up too and wasted no time laying his ass out. We both sent punches flying in each other's direction and that's when I blacked out. I couldn't see shit but red and I didn't give a fuck about who got caught in the crossfire. My mother was screaming at the top of her lungs for me to stop but her ass knew better not to jump in and some of our neighbors came rushing upstairs into our apartment. I slipped on the rug but made sure to bring Tay's bum ass with me. He latched onto my hair like a bitch since the position I had him in was very hard for him to move and that was pretty much the only thing he could do. I quickly rolled us over and straddled him, so that I had a clear view of his face, and used both hands to mutilate his face. I couldn't stop myself even when he went unconscious and that's when I got snatched off of him.

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