Damien's POV
I just sat there and kept drinking. Chanel really looked at me for help. She got me fucked up. Dad might yell at her but he'd hit me and I'm not here for that. Sorry, she not getting no help over her.
"Uh, I." She started. "I said you should be the last one talking."
Oh my god. I looked at my dad.
"And you would be right." He said as he wiped his mouth with the napkin. "But call me a hypocrite all you want. I've done some growing up since I was a teenager and I did shit I'm not proud of but all that means is I don't want nothing to jeopardize your futures. So my bad if I don't want my kids hanging around kids with DUI's and who be popping pills. My bad I was just looking out for you but since you want to be a smart ass hang out with who you want. I was just trying to help."
He got up after that and left out the dinning room. Why did she have to say that?
We was all just looking at her.
"What?! I already feel bad." Chanel said.
"And you should." My mom said.
She grabbed Blue and Ciera and left the table. I was just looking at Chanel.
"Why you didn't help me?" She asked.
"Who? Me? Why would I?" I asked.
"Khalil is your friend too." She said.
"Yeah and he cool but that nigga ain't fucking up my chances to play ball. They link me to him and it's over." I said.
"So you gonna let daddy dictate your friends?" She asked.
I shook my head.
"Do you know who our dad is? He's done everything possible already. I take everything he say and learn from it. You? You just throw it back in his face. Why? Cause you want to choose your own friends? Show some respect. You should've just shut the hell up." I said and got up.
She just don't get it. Turn 18 and lose her damn mind.
Chanel's POV
Should I have said what I said? No but I don't like that my dad feels he can tell me who to be friends with, I'm not with that. I'm 18, I can make my own choices. Why the hell am I still sitting at this table?
I got up and was headed towards my room. My mom was walking towards me and just shook her head. I scrunched up my face as she walked by and I turned in her direction.
"What? You mad too?" I asked.
She turned to me and narrowed her eyes as she stood in front of me.
"Chanel, you disrespected your father and why?" She asked.
"I was just saying-"
"No, you don't just say nothing. When have we ever just allowed you to talk back? I already told you about your slick mouth." She said.
I shook my head.
"That's not the point." I said.
"Okay." She said. "What's the point?"
"The point is he shouldn't be able to-"
"Do you hear yourself? He shouldn't be able? That is your father and you will respect him. What's wrong with you? You think cause you 18 you can do what you want?" She asked.
"No, but-"
"There are no buts." She said. "I've told you this before. You pay no bills, you don't own anything. You understand?"
