"I'll stop, but it's not today....I don't wanna feel my face, I don't wanna feel my face, look I don't wanna seal my fate." - Rod Wave✨
A story of three friends masking their insecurities with false personas, what's new? Drugs, sex, lies, money, wh...
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Alexis Jones: Detroit, MI.
I entered the jagged white door of my mother's home on the east side. Even though we didn't get along much, I still stopped by from time to time to check on her.
Growing up she wasn't the best role model for a young girl to have but she made sure we were straight. My mom had 7 kids, all girls with 7 baby daddies and she was the one to instill in me power was in the pussy..you could get whatever you wanted from a man by just laying on your back.
To my surprise I found her and my fifteen year old sister in the living room sporting matching rounded bellies.
I guess I haven't been around much. Looking at my sister I shook my head.
"Let me guess, Deonte's your baby's father?" I assumed the nineteen year old she had been messing around with did this to her.
"Lexii don't come in here starting stuff." My mom eyed me. "How you been?"
I took a look around. My seventeen year old sister Lena was lost in a book at the kitchen table, she was smart and unique, going off to Spellman College next fall. The fifteen year old, Lori, was a whole hand full, she was a mini version of me except her and my mama got along just fine. Tayla, the thirteen year old had just walked to the front of the house talking on the phone with some one, I'm guessing a boy because she was flirty and just as hot in the pants as Lori and I, while Carrie, the three year old, ran around hyper.
My two older sisters Lenora and Leigh had moved away years ago, both barely keeping in contact with mama. They thought because they graduated college and got married that they were better than the rest of us. They left me playing the big sister role, but even I wasn't much good at it.
"I been good Ma." I bent down to hug her. Well I guess you could make that eight kids with eight different fathers.
My mama white ass loved her some dark meat and I couldn't blame her. All of my siblings and I looked different but especially Lori with her sandy hair and grey/green eyes, she was my least favorite.
"Hey Pooh." I grabbed Carrie up smothering her with kisses. "I missed you! Hey Tayla, Hey Lena."
"Hey sissy." Lena looked up from her book.
"I guess you'on see lil ass Lori." Her ass stayed on tip.
"Hey lil girl." I waved her off.
I was disappointed but not surprised, she was only fifteen with her grown ass.
"Me and mama due the same week." She gloated, rubbing her belly.
"And you proud of that? Yo rat ass wasn't going to school before so I know you not now." I rolled my eyes. I was the last one to judge but I was pissed. I wanted my sisters to be better than our mother and I.
