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𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK. JANUARY 18th, 1990
"A'mya!!" My dad yells from downstairs and I grew even more agitated because this is the 5th time this man called my name in a span of 10mins. I was in the middle of doing my Algebra II homework and I didn't want to be distracted.
"Coming!" I shouted back. I closed the notebook I was working in aggressively and walked out my room, running down the stairs quickly.
When I reached the last step, I thought there was a damn meeting going on because my mom, my dad, and Ahmad were sitting down together in a circle.
"Um.. what's going on here?" I hesitantly say as I furrow my eyebrows at the scene I was looking at.
"Take a seat baby." My mom calmly says and I lurched over to the living room couch and sat next to Ahmad who had an amused expression plastered on his face.
Slouching in my seat, I stared at both my mom and dad. I mean, what is going on here?
"Is there something that you would like to tell us?" My dad began and I felt my heartbeat begin to beat fast.
"Not me because I already know what the deal is but.." My brother added and I glowered at him as he quickly shut his mouth.
"It depends." I say, crossing my arms as my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest.
Apart of me felt like they were talking about Malik and I dating and another part of me is telling me about that $20 I stole from my Dad's wallet yesterday to buy some take out. Either way, I was gonna get ridiculed. And I was getting intervention vibes.
"Okay let's stop bullshitting..." Ahmad says and we all glare at him.
"Damn no one in here wants me to talk? Ima just find a family that appreciates me.. cause y'all don't. Hate it here." Ahmad murmured as he looked off to the side.
"A'mya I want you to feel comfortable in telling your father and I anything. No matter how much you feel like we are gonna kill you-"
"And we might kill you alright." My dad interrupts and I clear my throat.
"We won't physically kill you but we will address whatever it is appropriately and fairly." My mother says and I slowly nod my head.
"Ok so.. what's up?" I ask, looking around intensely at both of my parents.
"We heard that you have a boyfriend. And both your father and I are very bothered that you didn't tell us this information and we had to find out in such a weird way." My mother expresses and my mouth fell agape.