Mercedes.

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"Why you always lying bitch? I know you know him. I know you fucking him. Ron said with his angered voice. I can tell he had been drinking because the house reeked of alcohol.

"I don't even know him! You crazy as fuck. Get out my house bitch." My mom replied. It's pretty obvious what was going on here. Ron being insecure again.

Ron was a bum my mom was dating at the moment. She's had plenty before but Ron was one that actually stuck around for whatever reason.

"Who you talking to like that?" Was all I heard until I heard a loud booms, crashes and my mom screaming. He had hit her and I was sick of it.

I ran up to my room and grabbed my gun. It was a nice .45 and I was about to bust a cap in Ron. I was tired of him abusing us.

"Bitch I told you about talking to me crazy... You and your hoe ass daughter." Ron said. Then he slapped her in the face.

I peaked my head in the door and pointed the gun at  Ron's head. It was time for him to pay for the damage he caused in this household.

"Mercedes... Mercedes... MERCEDES..."

I was awaken by the sound of my buzzing alarm clock. I looked over at the clock, Saturday, January 18th 2020. 11:23AM. Fuck, I had over slept.

I woke up hearing loud ass music. Demarcus. To top it off it was "Ashley" by Stunna4Vegas ft. Da Baby. This early in the morning? I don't live in the hood. I'm surprised the police hasn't popped up.

"MY BITCH LIKE YVETTE, MMMH, LIL GHETTO THANG! FUCK ROUND & GET HER A WEDDIN' RANG!" Demarcus rapped as loud as he fucking could in my caucasian home. I'm a hundred and ten percent the neighbors could hear this ignorant fuck.

All of a sudden he popped in my bedroom, smelling good as fuck. He always smelt so good, but he was so annoying. I still had love for him though.

"Damn lil mama you want some breakfast? You been tossin' & turn in' in yo' sleep all night. Wassup wit' you jitt?" Damarcus asked till hovering over my body.

"Depends. Did you cook it? If so, no. And nothing wrong with me, so get yo ass from up over me & go turn that music down in my house. Don't you know the police will come in 2.5 seconds in this neighborhood. Bitch." I said, pushing him away from me so I could get out of bed.

When with him, I always had to throw a slick remark in. It's just something about seeing him scrunch is face up like he was confused or something.

"Who you talkin' to? Not me. Anyway yea, Don't try to play me like I can't cook or some... You know I throw down. We got waffles, eggs, sausage and grits. I kno' that's yo favorite so I didn't fuck it up for you."

I got out of bed and went straight for the shower. I hate getting up and out of bed without cleaning my body. That was just nasty.

"So you not gone eat?"

"Yea. I know you see my getting in the shower jitt. Move around." I said back to him. He knows I do this every morning. It's not like he hasn't been living with me since seeming like forever.

I looked down at my phone and seen I had a message. I didn't recognize the area code so I decided to check it out.

+1 (708) 999-234: It's B. Hit me back when you get the chance. I miss you already.