Wrongdoings (Young MA)

One.

Katorah

"Get out."

"Ma.. come on I can explain.." My voice was shaky and my mind was racing. I didn't know what to do. My palms were sweating like crazy and I could just feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

"You have five seconds-" I quickly cut her off with a forced, "No!"

"You know I don't have anywhere to go!" I yelled at her, causing her to look at me like I'm crazy.

"I don't give a fuck. I cant have you doing this shit in my house. You're getting into too much shit. Get the fuck out, or I'll have the police remove you. The gayness, the part where you think you're hood. You ain't. I'll show you what the fuck hood is. Maybe we need to send you to a conversion camp. Til then, leave." She basically spat at me. My blood was boiling and my breathing had picked up even more. I didn't want my anger to come out.. She knew what she was doing. She just needs another reason to call the police.

The room had fallen silent for a moment, causing my anxiety to raise through the roof. If she was to really put me out right now I'd have nowhere to go. Being only 17, I never even prepped for the 'on my own' lifestyle.

"Stop always tryna' fuckin' change me mane!" I finally screamed at her while grabbing a nearby lamp off of the dresser in my room, throwing it full force at the wall next to her. My goal wasn't to hit her, just to release some of my built up, never ending anger.

I shook my head while backing up, biting on my quivering bottom lip to keep from crying. The fuck was I about to cry for? I'll be fine. She won't really make me leave anyway..

I cant let out any tears.. Not for someone who doesn't accept me for who and what I am. My own mother, who always said she'd love me for whoever I became in life. If she wants me out, then fine.

She looked at the broken lamp in disbelief, then at me, beginning to quickly walk towards me. "Oh that's your ass!"

"Stop!" I yelled, picking up another random object as a way to threaten her. I don't want her to talk anymore. The more she speaks, the more I feel ashamed. Especially for the situation that's happening right now. I didn't want her to come any closer to me, I feel like she may try and strangle my ass.

My eyes shifted from my angry mom, to the girl who was curled up in a ball in the corner of my room. My naked girlfriend of a year, Cassie. She was clutching my wet bed sheets, shaking.

To backtrack to a few minutes ago, my mom was supposed to be working late tonight but had ended up coming home early and caught us having sex.

I could hear Cassie crying, even though her cries were so small as she didn't want to cause attention to herself. But, my ears were drawn to them. The more she cried, the angrier I became. She was scared. Scared of the situation, my mom.. and probably of me. She'd never seen my aggressive side. I never really brought it out around her, never even needed to. She makes me feel calm. She makes me feel like I have a home in her. Her family literally accepts us both for who we are, and I never even have a reason to get out of character. I've never brought Cassie over my house before, and it just so happens that the first time I do, this shit happens.

"Katorah I've tried to deal with you being gay and sinning around my fucking house. I thought maybe praying and asking the pastor to try and talk to you, that you'd stop this nasty shit and it would just be a phase, but now I'm finding drugs and guns in your room- and now you're fucking a girl in my house!" She screamed the last part at the top of her lungs, grabbing the remote that was lying on my dresser and tossing it at Cassie, hitting her in the head with it. She was so angry and staring holes into me that she didn't notice where she had thrown the remote and what it hit until Cassie whimpered. But even then did she show no remorse. When I had seen the remote hit Cassie, I lost my shit and went full force towards my mom, tackling her onto the floor.