Whatever It Takes

Chapter Fifteen.

"Mya needs to take a seat. \_" <--- those comments. Details? lol, I really hate one sentenced comments, but it's cool.

 (To the side is a picture of Donte! Tahj Mowry plays him...hot stuff right there.)

Fifteen.

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(Chantelle's POV)

I went upstairs and laid back on my bed, and watched t.v. I know I do this a lot, but what exactly is there to do?

I continued watching t.v until I was interrupted by commotion downstairs.

It was my parents.

"That son of a bitch won't give me back my damn job!" My dad said.

"And why is that?"

"It's because of that stupid whore living here! She ruined everything."

Wasn't he the one who was up here apologizing for the foul language he used on me a few days ago?

"Jeremiah, how many times do I have to tell you not to use that type of language again on her? She could be hearing this conversation right now! Her-"

"I don't give a shit about what she can hear," My dad interrupted. "I am trying to manage this family by getting my job back. I am not living on those streets."

"Who said you were the only one? I work, clean, and cook for this whole family. Chantelle helps me out! Everyday, she enters the kitchen, to help me with dinner. If it wasn't for her, I would have been nothing!" My mom said.

I hopped off my bed, and tiptoed down the steps to see what was going down downstairs.

"That is what why women are here! Women and girls are supposed to do those type of stuff." He said.

"And what do men do? Nothing. Yeah, you got got a promotion recently, but you promised to take Donte out on the weekends to the arcade and you never do! Donte always begs me to drive him over there. I have a hectic schedule with the kids, and work, and you always want me to go out to work dinners with you! Don't you think I'm tired. Stop blaming Chantelle." My mom said, as she got up in my dad's face.

"Then who am I supposed to blame? I sure can't blame myself." My dad said as he pushed my Mom back a bit.

"Blame yourself!"

"What for?"

"I don't know!" My Mom said.

"If you don't have a reason behind it, then I am still going to blame Chantelle. I want her out of my house." My dad said as he turned around and headed towards the stairs, where I was.

My mom held to my dads shoulder. "No. This is my house too, and I also get to chose who stays in this house. Chantelle is our daughter and she stays!"

I quickly ran down the stairs before anything else happened. "What is going on?" I asked.

"Just who I was looking for. Now, its difficult to get a job. You are a disgrace. It's best if you left my house." My dad

I looked at my mom. "You're kidding me right?"

"Honey, don't listen to him. He is just angry."

"Dad, you say a lot of things when you are angry. Can't you understand that you are breaking our family apart?"