Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 13: Amiyah

First things first, I'm the realist. Lmaoo, nah I just want to thank everyone for reading. Trouble has over 1,000 reads!!!! I didn't expect for you guys to like it that much BUT thank youy again... Enjoy & give me feedback.

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Sex, musk, and liquor polluted the once cinnamon spice air.

I went into the kitchen, put on gloves, and proceeded to clean up the living room. I didn't know what time Leeah would be home and I didn't want her to see her mother like this.

Baffled wasn't the proper word to express how I felt right now. Who would've guessed that Queen Justina would be somebody's jump off for the night?

I picked up the empty condom wrapper and bottle and threw it away. As I was walking to the couch to wake her, I almost tripped over a half empty of brown Hennessey.

"Shit!" I cursed. I looked around it was no cups or chaser. She was drinking it straight from the bottle.

"That explains why you passed out." I said it as if she can hear me.

I took the half empty bottle into the kitchen and poured the spirits inside down the drain then went back to the lvining room to wake her.

"Ma. Ma. MA! Wake Up!" I shook her constantly. Her eyes fluttered open then she tried to focus on me. She looked as if she was trying to figure out who I was.

"Whooo areee youuu?" she asked, elongating each word.

I didn't answer, I wasn't in the mood for this shit.

"Oooohhh, you my daughterrrrr! Amiyaaaaaahh" she said, trying to stand up only to fall back onto the couch. She laughed about it.

"I'mmm s-soooo fucked up right nowww." she slurred with this cheesy grin and her eyes closed.

"You need to go get cleaned up before Leeah comes home and see you." I told her, feeling like the parent.

"You don tell me wha to do. I'm the mama." She weakly pointed her finger at me.

I rolled my eyes, I was really becoming agitated with her intoxicated ass.

"Whatever." I threw my hands up and walked away.

"Hey! Don you walk away from m-- Bluuuuuuhhhh!"

This lady regurgitated on everything within her proximity. It was on her, the couch, the carpet, and the coffee table. I was disgusted beyond measures and make it so bad I would have to be the one to clean that funky shit up.

She got up, wiped her mouth with her hand, walked in her own puke and stumbled towards me. She put her hand on me and I had to count to 10 repeatedly to keep myself from throwing up and to refrain from bopping my own mother.

"Cleeean that up for me, will ya?" I didn't even respond, I continued counting to 10 over and over.

She stood for a couple more seconds before going up the stairs, leaving her puke prints on each step.

"If I would've known I was gone come to this shit, I would've stayed at Khambrel's house."

I had to speak into existence because just as his name left my lips, he called me.

I sighed before I spoke "Hello?"

"You don't sound like you happy to hear this sexy ass voice of mines." I smiled, he always had the ability to brighten up my mood.