Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

Dear Mama Pt. 1

Lelani's POV

'Dear Mama. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to raise such a bad-ass child like me on your own after daddy died. I know it couldn't have been easy, but i know for damn sure it wasn't hard. For years, i resented you. I resented you for many reasons, one being the fact that i was never allowed to be a 'kid' while i was around you. I took up too many responsibilities at just 12 while you and Lester went out at night. I had to cook for myself, clean the house, take the garbage out, walk to the welfare office for you every Saturday, all while tryna maintain my grades at school. You allowed Lester to pick on and abuse me. I had my first period at 13 and was scared as hell because i thought i was bout to die. You weren't there to comfort me. You weren't there to show me how to use a pad. For months i went to school with the sticky part on my vagina. It hurt like a bitch tryna peel it off. And i blame you for that..'  I put the pen down as i sat back in the passenger side seat of Tavares' brand new Mercedes E-Class Sedan with tinted windows, spray painted a matte black with LED lights. It was a sexy ass car, and he looked even sexier while driving it. I turned back down to my letter, not knowing how to continue on. I wasn't planning on giving it to her directly.. not now at least. I was still hurt by the fact that she hadn't told me about my fathers whereabouts. The entire thing was scary as fuck to think about, not knowing anything about where he'd been this entire time. All i knew was that we were on our way back to Ohio to figure shit out and get Tavares' daddy money back. We had 2 black SUVs following behind us with the gang, and thank god Tadoe wasn't driving one of them this time.

"Whatchu writin' allat shit fo?" He said while turning his Da Baby album down to glance over at me. I shrugged my shoulders and folded the paper, not tryna make it obvious that i aint want him to read it. He snatched it from me and held it up anyways.

"Give it back! It's personal feelings on there, nigga damn!" I whined and grabbed it back from him before crumpling it up into a ball and shoving it into my mouth. He stared at me for a second before shaking his head and turning back to the road. I kept the paper in my mouth for a while letting it melt before winding down his window and spitting it out. Welp. There goes my feelings. Tavares shook his head once more, this time seemingly more conflicted with himself. 

"Aye-" He grabbed my attention while turning the song down. I turned my head to look at him curiously, not knowing what the fuck he kept turning the music down for. I watched as he cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak but shutting it again. I raised an eyebrow while staring up at him.

"Yes, Tavares?" I said while turning my whole body to him in the seat, now staring up at him and his adams apple bobble in his neck. 

"Memba dat day back at the Hotel-" He started as i stared at him, feeling a small knot begin to form in the back of my throat. I hadn't forgotten, shit my cheek still stung every now and then. A part of me had tried so hard to push it into the back of my mind but i'd never forget some shit like him putting his hands on me. Especially after i done popped some pussy on him. I felt like one of them 2 cent hoes that disobeyed their pimp and got the taste smacked out they mouth. I bit down onto my lip while watching him. 

"You mean when you pimp-smacked the fuck outta me? Manhandled me like you Bobby Brown? Reese combo'd the fuck outta me? R.K.O straight John Cena'd my ass? Of course i remember." I rolled my eyes and watched him suck his teeth, glancing over to me for a split second. 

"Bitch you was askin' fo it, don't een cap. Mama always told me neva let no bald headed broke bitch put ha' hands on me." He said and i frowned. 

"..And why did you feel the need to tell me that?" I asked while shaking my head. This nigga gotta be off some shit right now talkin out his god damned neck. Tavares shrugged, not replying verbally but instead switching his attention back to DaBaby, turning it up so that he could block me out. I shook my head yet again, moving to turn that bitch back down all the way. He grabbed my wrist forcefully and shoved it away from his stereo. I pouted and folded my arms.