"Briyana!'' my mother yelled throughout her two bedroom apartment, yes hers. I haven't lived in the same home as my mother since I was about fifteen years old but occasionally I'd stay with her just to make sure she's taking care of herself or when my father and I are at odds. Both her and I have our differences due to our stubborn attitudes. But, I could never disrespect the woman that birthed me. My mom, Shirley indeed had a rough life with her struggles with drugs and her failing health. There's some other shit she stated she endured in her lifetime but she swears I'm too young to understand even though I'm nineteen years old already.
"Yes ma'am?" I responded but didn't receive an answer. Don't you hate when your momma calls you and when you answer she ignores you just so you can get out of your comfortable bed and look her in the eye? Once I reached the kitchen there she stood staring me down like I did something to her.
"I done told you time after time I wanted my house cleaned. That's the least your lazy ass could do." See and that's the problem right there! If only she understood all the shit I did, no scratch that, all the shit I do for her. However, I refuse to disrespect her, our relationship is rocky but I'd do anything for her, my little sister, my dad, my daughter, and her dad Rahmir. I provide for every one of my loved ones so I satisfy their needs By Any Means, everything I do is to support them whether its legal or illegal.
As far as my mom goes I supply her with all of the medicine she needs. This lady takes more than 5 different types of medications on a daily basis, which isn't cheap at all. For her medicine alone I'm paying at least seven hundred dollars a month without any help from the government. Not to mention I help her with her bills too. How could I forget about the cost of daycare and DO NOT get me started on Rahmir's ass. My relationship with the father of my baby girl is so unstable but we can't seem to leave each other alone.
Speaking of the damn devil.
"Hello?" I barked into the phone. I'm already aggravated and I have this feeling in my gut that is telling me he's just gonna make my attitude worse.
"You must have lost your mind talking to me like that. Be ready and here by 10pm we gotta get this money. I... well we in some deep shit so, be ready." After those words he ended the phone call before I could even respond.
All I could think about was what has he gotten us into and how did we get into this crazy lifestyle to begin with. Everytime we end up in these fucked up situations I can't help but think of how to get us out of them alive, and without serving a life sentence.
What has he gotten us into this time?
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By Any Means
General FictionTeen mom Briyana realizes she's the only one who can make money to provide for her family. She thought she had everything under control until her on again off again boyfriend destroys everything she's worked for. Can Briyana clean up the mess made b...
