From the West Harlem, New York, Payton has no father but a foul mother. With her always assuming Payton was up to something Payton came up not caring. Her biggest fear was caring for somebody only for them to up and leave. A dark past fucks up every...
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Chapter 40 Payton.
"Man I do not wanna go in this house" I said as August pulled up in his driveway.
"Wanna spend the night with me?" He asked me and I shook my head no.
"Honestly, I just wanna smoke and go to sleep" I told him as he opened his door.
"Here" he handed me a pack of blunts. He closed his door and as he walked to my side I opened the pack to see five blunts rolled perfectly.
"Thank you" I thanked him as he opened the door for me.
"No problem" he said as he helped me out. He closed the door and I was about to walk home he pulled me back.
"My hug" he said and I sigh giving him a hug. Once he let me go, he went back in his car and once I walked in the house he pulled out his driveway.
"That's bullshit" I heard Pierre voice and I quickly walked in the living room.
"Is there a problem?" I asked as my mom and Simon stood looking at him.
"Yea actually, you fighting now?" My mom step to me.
"Listen moms, I'm already pissed off, at this point whoever step to me is gone get it word to my grandmotha' yo" I said crossing my heart.
"I'm stepping to you" she said putting them ugly ass nails in my face.
"Back up, im telling you this time whoever Payton fighting I'm fighting to mom or not. I'm tired of people messing with my sister" he said talking with his hands.
"Don't worry about it Pierre. I'm good" I told him as I looked my moms up and down.
"We gotta talk, lets go" My mom said grabbing me by my shirt pushing me backwards.
"YO, STOPPED HANDLING ME LIKE THAT" I pushed her off of me. She know I don't like to be grabbed like imma fucking toy.
"IM YOUR MOTHER. I DO WHAT I WANNA DO, YOUR MY CH-" I cut her off as she yelled at me.
"THATS YOUR PROBLEM NOW, YOU DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO BUT DONT DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO AS A MOTHER" I yelled back at in her face. I felt a sting sensation as her hand went across my face. I held my face as the flashback came back when she abused me.
"YO DONT PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON MY SISTER" Pierre pushed her into the wall.
"You ok?" He turned towards me as my vision got blurry. He grabbed my chin examine my face.
"Yo you gave my sista' a fuckin' brusie onna face" Pierre walked towards my mom punching a hole in the wall that was beside my mom.
"Pierre baby calm down, please" amarin grabbed him as she cried. I looked at my mom as tears rolled down my face. I walked away.
