Where I Wanna Be.

7. Problem

Skylar in the Multimedia.

Seymour

I pulled up in my momma drive way and got out the car. I walked up the porch and used my key to enter inside the house.

"Helllooo?"

Damn it smells good in here. My momma was known for her cooking around the neighborhood. People would always come and stop by Ms.Bellerose house for some food from AM to PM. They would always be in shock when they found out Ms.Bellerose was a white women who had cookin skills like a black grandmomma, but that didn't stop them from coming by the house to buy a plate. I was proud of my momma.

"Seymour is that you?"

I peaked around the corner to the kitchen and seen my momma.

"Hey Ma." I said walking up to her with my arms out.

"Hey baby." My mom smiled meeting me with a hug.

"Thank you for stopping by. I know your little girlfriend been keeping you away from me all this time..."

"Nah, ma it's not like that."

My mom chuckled. "Well dinners just about ready. I'll go get your sister from upstairs then we can eat."

"Cool."

I walked inside the dinning room and took my jacket off placing it behind the chair. I went to go wash my hands then sat down at the dinner table.

"Hey Sey." My little sister Skylar said coming into the dinning room.

"Wassup nosy.."

Skylar smacked her lips and rolled her eyes while pulling out her chair that faced across from me.

Mom started to bring the food out and my stomach was so ready. She ended up making fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, collard greens and cornbread muffins. Swear I missed my moms cooking.

We ate and talked for a good ten minutes before mom finally decided to speak up on why she asked us to come.

"So I know you both are probably wondering why I asked you to be here." Mom said putting hot sauce on her greens.

"Yep, I said biting into my chicken."

"Yeah, what's goin on momma?" Sky said peeling the liner off her muffin.

"Well.. I just wanted both of y'all to know........"

"C'mon ma, spit it out." I said getting frustrated because she was starting to worry me now.

"Yeah ma we can take it." Skylar said.

Mom looked at us both before putting her utensils down.

"Okay. I recently found out that your father is getting out of jail."

"The Fuck?!" I said.

"Seymour watch it." mom said sternly.

"Nah ma that's bullshit!" Skylar pitched in.

"Both of you calm down and watch your mouths in my house! Now yes, your father is getting out of jail. Y'all remember uncle Louie? Your fathers rich uncle with that big house in Miami?"

"Yeah." Sky and I both said.

"He's coming down in a few days to bail your father out."

"Fuck outta here dawg!" I shouted throwing my napkin." I was now pissed.

"What the fuck mom how can he do that?!!?" Skylar yelled in frustration.

"Because that's his nephew and he has the money to do it." Mom said sadly.

"So what, I got money. Sky make good money too so what!?"

"Yeah but y'all ain't got Uncle Louie money. That man is stupid rich and would do anything for his nephew.. No matter what he did to me..." Mom said holding back tears.

"Momma don't cry." Skylar said getting up from her chair to hug mom.

I watched my mom cry into my sisters embrace from this bullshit.

Fuck Sean and fuck uncle Louie for bailing that bastard out of jail. I can't even call him "dad" anymore based on all the shit he's done to ruin my mother's life. I can only call that muh fucka by his real name. He played no father figure in mine or Sky's life and I'll be damned if he try's to come back and fuck with my mother again. I started getting flashbacks of him beating the shit outta my mother. He would always get mad when people would stop by the house for food cuz he was jealous that she began to make a name for herself instead of just "Sean's women." Even before her cooking took off he was just a shitty individual. Never came to Skylars ballet recitals, never came to any of my games. Nothing! Just come home, snort coke, get drunk and beat the crap out my mother then leave and won't be home till days after. Fuck Sean! Sometimes I get frustrated with myself for getting involved with drug business because of my dad, but then again it's not my fault. As a kid he would force me to cut that shit up and bag it because he didn't feel like it. As I got older it became second nature and I started selling to provide for the family because he was never home enough to do so. I swear this shit got me hot. After dinner, I was on my way home when I called some guys up that worked my corners and told them to come guard my moms street. I'll be damned if this fucker try's to come back and pull some shit on her.

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