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"It's not what you think," Vante said in panic as he stared back at his mother who was sitting at the table while holding up a small bag of drugs, money and a gun she had found.
Vante had been out all night, and while she was doing his laundry and putting his clothes away she found his stash in his dresser. She would have never even imagined Vante being into that type of shit and as a mother she felt she failed him.
"What exactly am I thinking then Vante? Thinking that my own child wouldn't be fucking stupid enough to bring this shit in his mother's house where his younger siblings could easily access it!?" She yelled back. "Or that I know my child wouldn't really be out here selling drugs when he knows where this lifestyle will eventually take him!"
Letting out a sigh, he shrugged. "I'm just tryna help. Since pops died you haven't been able to manage the bills, work and raise us all at once and I just wanted to step in and take some of that pressure off of you! I wanted to be the man of the house and take lead!"
Growing emotional, his eyes began to fill up with tears. Getting up from her spot, she rushed over and hugged her lost child and cradled him in her arms.
Vante wasn't a bad kid whatsoever, but he felt this was the easiest way to get quick cash that he needed in order to help his mama. His daddy left him in charge to watch over his mama and sisters and he didn't want to let him down and break the promise he made to his father.
"That's not your job baby, I am the parent! You are the child, I may struggle here and there but I got this. I appreciate the effort but this is not how I want my son to go out and get money to where you could possibly ruin your life! You're better than this shit baby." She expressed grabbing him by the face.
Moving back from her, his chest heaved up and down as his nostrils flared out. "How do you think it makes me feel when I hear you crying late at night, asking God for a blessing to come or those times when I notice you go to bed hungry while we only eat .. that shit hurts to see mama. You gotta understand how it feels on my end to see the woman that gave me life struggle like this."
"Watch your mouth, and Vante as a parent we have to make sacrifices at times. Seeing y'all eat, seeing y'all with clothes on y'alls backs and a roof over your heads is enough to keep me going. It gets rough at times, but y'all motivate me and remind me that despite all the pain and hardships I may experience at the end of the day I got y'all and the last thing I need to be worrying about is losing my son to the streets. So please baby, let this life go and just be a kid. Focus on school and leaving this city one day." She pleaded hugging him.
Pulling away from the hug, he used the back of his hand to wipe his tears. Staring back at the woman who gave him life, he admired her strength and he was starting to feel foolish for what he had been doing these past few months.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled. "I just wanted to help mama." He sniffled.
"All is forgiven if you promise me that this will be the last time I find this in my house and promise me that you will stop."
"I promise." He lied.
Giving him a hug and kiss on the forehead, she took what she found and threw it in the trash before walking to her room leaving Vante alone in the kitchen.
When he heard her door close, he quickly reached in the trash knowing that he couldn't stop now. He was in way too deep and it was basically no way out at this point, plus despite what she was saying he was doing it to give his family a better life and he wasn't gonna stop until he did.
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