"Zayla get the fuck up!" My step daddy yelled and I rolled my eyes just knowing he was bout to do the most.
I got up and opened my door seeing him at the table with a cigarette in his hand.
"Yea?"
"Wash them damn dishes!" He shouted.
"What is you yelling for? I'm right here ."
"Girl don't question me!" He stood up real fast and I just stood there unbothered.
"You can step outta my face , fuck wrong with you?" I mugged him .
"That smart mouth ain't gone get yo dumbass nowhere."
"I don't care , you ain't my daddy so therefore you have no control over me or what I do , grown or not . We ain't blood , fuck you."
"Yea okay." He chuckled . "Wash them dishes."
"No." I looked at him before turning around and going to my room .
I packed my bag before wiping the tears that was streaming down my face . I picked up my phone to call my daddy and he shuffled in the camera before speaking .
"Daddy can you come get me?" I asked.
"Where you at?" He frowned.
"Mama house , her boyfriend keep fucking yelling at me and getting in my face."
"You know yo mama got a restraining order on me , walk to the corner , I'll tell you when I'm there."
"Okay." I nodded before hanging up.
"Where you going?" Mama came in my room .
"To my daddy house." I looked up.
"You following Zaylin , gone head move in with him while you at it too , you need to get out my house. I got 2 more younger kids to worry about."
