Billie Jean [h.s]

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Sunday
Billie Jean

"Billie, can you grab the corn bread from the kitchen." my mom calls from the table.

After church mama makes Sunday dinner as always. It's the Browns family tradition. Except, I didn't want to participate with the family this weekend.

I honestly wanted to be alone and I have a feeling daddy told mama about Friday night because ever since then she's been watching when I leave out the house and when I come back in. She even reinforced the street lights policy.

When the street lights come on, I should be in the house.

And it's all Robin's fault. Why did she had to go worrying about me and decide to call my home? Like out of all places!

I stepped into the kitchen seeing that the pan of the brown delicious breading was waiting to be lifted from the counter.

Mama's cornbread tasted like sweet cake and I couldn't wait to get a slice.

I gently lifted the pan with one hand delicately licking my lips at the sweet sight when a loud tapping hit the window. In fright I jumped causing my hand to wiggle and flip the pan to the kitchen floor.

I turned to the window to see the one and only Keith Powers.

I felt my face heat with anger as I stared down at the mess I've made.

Mamas gonna kil-

"Billie Jean what happened?" I heard the rapid footsteps approach the kitchen as I quickly snapped my head back to the window. Keith stood there waving his hands for me to come here.

I shook my head no, swatting my hands wanting him away from the window immediately. He seemingly sighs ducking away from the window as mama footsteps pattered closer.

I stumbled to my knees trying to pick the pan up only for me to drop it once again and screaming in pain. The hot pan touched my sensitive palm making me screech in upmost pain.

Mama stepped in, "What the hell happened, Billie?" she shouts causing both Tony and daddy to come in behind her. An amusing look was plastered on Tony's face, but I couldn't even figure out what was so funny.

"Clusts dropped it apparently." Tony laughs loudly and my anger increased by the second.

"It's not funny, Tony." I yell at him as mama got down to pick up the pan without hesitation. " Billie Jean you dropped the dish. Everything was ready up until now." she groans loudly as I sigh hating that I messed up the dish.

I lifted myself from the ground going for the broom and dust pan, "Sorry." I mumbled to her as daddy walked back to the living room where the tv trays were set up. 

"Just for that, you need to go to the corner store and buy some rolls to make up for the damn corn bread." mama shouts angrily snatching to broom from my hands. Tony stands their snickering.

I shoved passed him and up the stairs to my room to grab my keds. Great! All because of stupid Keith I messed up family dinner. I walked to my bed grabbing the dusty keds and sliding them on. I tied them tightly.

The door sounded off from downstairs and that was my cue to go. I jogged down the stairs entering the living room to see my dad gazing at the black and white television not paying any mind to me.

"I got the door. It's probably Keith!" Tony yells in excitement running passed me. Of course, he's the reason I dropped the shit in the first place.

I walked into the kitchen digging in the cookie jar for a few dollars for rolls.

"Billie Jean?" my mom rangs my name from the stove, her back turned to me.

"Yes ma'am." I mutter to her waiting for her response as she stirs the macaroni and cheese. The gooey stir sounding like music to my ears.

"Go to the corner store and get a pack of rolls and come straight back. No playing around." mama says tapping the metal spoon on the edge of the pot to get all shells from its spoon.

" I won't mama." I utter putting the money in my pocket and turning my back.

" And after dinner I want that hairstyle gone. Wash your hair." she says making me roll my eyes a bit.

"Why? I like it." I stated turning to her only for her to sigh at my words.

"I don't care rather you like it or not. I want it gone. You're trying to be too grown." she remarks taking a look at me and placing the top on the pot.

" I'm almost eighteen mama. You let Tony do whatever he wants. That's not fair." I argue touching my hair and frowning.

" Listen here! You're not Tony and Tony is not you little girl. I said you wash that hair and get rid of the hairstyle. And you watch your goddamn mouth talking to me. You're not too grown to get whooping. You understand me?" she raised her voice loudly and I felt the sting of a whooping as if she was already giving it to me.

The last time I got a whooping I wasn't able to sit down for weeks, but that was only because mama and I always go head to head. She usually says I give her a hard time because we're too much alike, but I think it's because I challenge her more than Tony ever will.

Tough love and mama wasn't pleased at my talking back method.

" I said do you understand me!" she yells again and I mistakingly forgot to answer her. When mama talk you answer.

"Yes ma'am." I uttered even though it wasn't what I wanted to say. It's always an argument on who I am and who I'm becoming. They'll always treat me like this little kid, but let Tony get away with everything and I hate it.

I don't know if it's because I'm the youngest or the only girl. Or maybe both, but I hate being in this predicament.

"Now go get the rolls from the corner store." she sternly says turning her back on me and leaving me their furious, but in disguise in front of her.

I turn on my heels heading out the kitchen and into the living room when again the door bell rang. Who could it be now?

My dad seemingly ignored it causing me to roll my eyes at the fact.

I came to the door pulling it open, but quickly slamming it shut in shock to see who standing on the other side.

My daisy friend.

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Well shit! Ending this chapter with a banger. Sorry for my absence my pap passed away a couple of weeks ago. It took it extremely hard because he was truly my best friend. I'm back and I'm better. Thanks for your comments and concerns and thanks for enjoying my book.

Powerhouse🤍