𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙂𝙊,𝙄𝙇
Amore Ashley Michaels.
Amore began her walk home from school. When Simone was around, she taught her how to walk home from school, so she knew her way home. She wore a red sweater with jeans, and her favorite red converses'. As she walked she felt someone, push her by her bag.
She looked and seen it was Denecia. She and Amore just never got along.
"I heard yo mama died, I bet yo daddy still don't give a shit bout' you. You still owe me a fight too-" Before Denecia could finish, Amore threw a punch to her face. The two girls started going at it, as other kids ran over to se what was going on.
"Oh shit, she beating Denecia ass!"
"Get off her!"
"World star!"
Amore was definitely beating Denecia up. She didn't like nobody talking about anyone who was family to her, especially when it came to her mama. Suddenly, someone pulled her off of Denecia.
Denecia was left with bruises on her face, and her hair was all over the place, while Amore only had a little cut under eye.
"Ay, y'all stop it!" Amari pulled her back, as the kids surrounded him.
"All y'all go home, for I call y'all mamas' to beat y'all asses!" He said, which finally made the kids run home.
He looked over at Amore walking home.
"Where you going?! When the fuck do you get into fights?" Amari yelled as he walked after her.
"I'm going home! That's my first fight, but you wouldn't care anyway!". Amari tried to calm himself down, before he said something that would hurt her feelings.
He continue to follow her, and he finally got a grasp of her arm.
"Let go of me!" Amore tried to pull her arm away, as tears streamed her face. She was sick and tired of being tough, every since her mama died, she tried to be strong, but she couldn't be anymore.
"Amore, why you crying?". She avoided eye contact with him.
"I want my mom!" She sobbed, as she still tried to pull her arm away.
Amari wanted to cry himself, but he wasn't going to. He knew at some point Amore was going to cry sooner or later, because reality didn't hit yet that her mother was gone.
"I'm taking you home" Amari said, as he let go of her arm. Amore knew she had no choice, so she followed him to his car.
𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚
Amari pulled up in his driveway, and shut his car off. He looked over at Amore, who was in the backseat sleeping.
Damn, I made a beautiful ass kid. He went over too the backseat, and picked her up. She laid her head on his shoulder, as he walked across the street. Nana already had the door opened, something that he was used to.
He walked in seeing Nana mixing a pot of chicken soup. "Hey Gran" Amari said as he adjusted Amore in his arms.
"Hey, I was waiting for Amore to come home, but looks like you got that handled". He went into Amore's room, and placed her on bed, and put her backpack on the ground.
He left into the living room, seeing Nana reading a book. He sat down on the couch across from her.
"She got into some fight earlier..she was crying saying she missed Simone" Amari looked down at his feet. Nana looked up at him. He had tattoos that covered his arms and chest.
