Buried Treasure (a boondocks fanfiction)

Mother

**present day**
Nyla POV back at the DuBois home.

"Aw Ny we're really sorry and if you want we won't tell anyone"
"Yeah babe and think of this in a good light. You don't have to be Solange anymore you can be Blue Ivy now."
"So I went from Beyoncé's crazy sister to Beyoncé's first child that adults like to make fun of?"
"Well yeah but think about it Blue is worth $1 billion" Mia corrected
I couldn't believe this.
     After all this time and the two people I called mother & father are actually my grandparents and their mulatto daughter is actually my mother NOT my sister and Riley's missing brother,Huey, not only did he turn out to be a real dickhead but he's my biological father. All that and my stupid friends are making silly comparisons in an attempt to make me feel better. This was not the time for jokes! I'm not gonna lie tho it was funny but I wasn't in the mood to laugh I had every right to be upset.
       They lied to me! All of them! Almost every adult at that table knew Jazmine & Huey were my real parents and kept that from me. But what hurt most of all was my "mother" lying to me.Why would she hide that from me for so long? I would never hide anything from her. I thought we shared everything together?
Mia said to me before she left "cheer up, nothing really changes you're still the same Nyla Treasure DuBois we've known forever."
Yeah. Except my last name and life as I know it..
       30 minutes after Mia left Dasia was knocked out but I couldn't get to sleep. A million thoughts was going through my head. I heard the front door slammed shut and some footsteps. Excellent! The traitors are here.
"Why won't you let me talk to her?"
"Jazmine enough has been said"
" Sarah, Riley was the one that messed up she was practically forced to say it. It's not her fault"
"Really Tom? Like having a one night stand behind our backs and getting pregnant at 16 wasn't her fault?"
So I'm a result of a teenaged fling?
"I will explain to her in the morning." Sarah continued
"But why can't I do it? I should be the one"
"I've already made it clear Jazmine do NOT debate with me."
"But that's not your decision!"
"As long as I'm raising her it's always my decision."
Um I certainly don't appreciate that.
"She's my daughter!"
Since when?
"Since when?" Lol
"Listen I know I haven't been there a lot but I really want my time with her."
"Time has run OUT! And you messed up your chance when you was doing unforgivable things her entire life."
"Stop bringing that up! that shit is behind me."
"Clean now but the stench is still on you"
What the hell that mean?
"Just let me be her mother!"
"MOTHER? What do you know about being a mother? Giving life doesn't make you a mom Jazmine. You certainly sucked at it. That baby was in her crib screaming her head off but you was too busy having sex with Michael in my house on the day she was supposed to get her shots!"
Wooooooooah! So my birth mom is a homie hopper?
Sarah continues her rant and I could hear her voice cracking and the emotion.

"You left her in your car for an hour. I stayed up all night tired trying to get her to sleep while you was at prom!You didn't even know how to fix her bottle but you're her mother right?
Where the hell was you when she learned to ride her tricycle?
Where was you when she got pinkeye?When she had strep throat? When she was scared of the dark? Where was you when she got a stomach bug and threw up all over my carpet? Or when she cried so much after her tonsils removal? When she started elementary school and I had to go down to the principal office because she pushed a kid off the swing set? Did you stay up all night helping with her science project? Did you carry her in your arms when she broke her leg? Oh yeah I remember clearly. You was in New York swinging on a pole practically naked! Doing drugs as high as God's heavenly grace and fucking a married man for extra cash! Sleeping on a couch living with god know what & lied to me about it! Just like the first 3 months of your pregnancy you hidden those things from me & didn't think to come to me first!"
Jazzy did all that? How did she even get to that point? Sarah is really spilling tea