Pimp me out Mommy

No refuge

I took an exasperated sigh before I prepared to enter my house. I knew I would be walking into bullshit. This is why I opted to find other activities to get into, along with finding other places for refuge, to avoid coming home.

I attempted to stay with friends most days out of the week. I tried to open the door as quietly as possible. I didn't want my presence to be known. I was hoping I could silently slip into my room without being noticed. I turned my keys ever so delicately as they prepared to open the gates of hell for me.

To the naked eye, my house looks amazing. It was nicely furnished and looked cozy. It was quite spacious. The aesthetic beauty of the home should entice me to stay, but it usually doesn't. A house and a home are not synonymous.

Suddenly, I heard a loud thud. I jumped a little bit.

"I told you to stop asking me about those bitches man. You always on some shit. How many times I have to tell you I don't fuck with those bitches?" My dad screamed.

"You must think I'm a God damn fool. Why the fuck are all of those bitches constantly liking every single thing you post? Then they tried to add me trying to be funny. I'm sick of this shit." My mother shot back.

"Man I can't control what those hoes do on social media. Like I said I don't mess with them, you need to just shut the fuck up sometimes." He said.

My mother paused for a moment and there was silence.

"Let me see your phone then." She demanded.

"Hell no, for what?" He asked.

"To look at those damn messages since you're not entertaining these bitches right?" She said sarcastically.

"Watch out." My dad said as he attempted to brush past my mother. My mom blocked his attempt and lunged forward in hopes of retrieving the phone.

All I could hear was rustling and tumbling. I threw my head back in frustration. I hated this environment. What kind of Jerry Springer shit is this? The only positive I took from it was the loud sound enabling me to sneak down to my room in the basement. As they continued to bicker I crept down the stairs.

"Teka, get the fuck off me before I slap the fuck out you." He threatened.

"Just give me the mother fucking phone you dirty piece of shit. Why you acting so pussy? What you have to hide?" She antagonized.

My father relinquished a crisp slap across my mother's face.

"Bitch, what the fuck I tell you about calling me pussy?"

I'm pretty sure my mother was holding her face at this point. For a moment I heard nothing, then I heard weeping. My heart sunk in my chest. I felt horrible for her. There was nothing I could do to protect her. I used to try to intervene, or even call the police in the past, but he would beat the fuck out of me so I stopped. I learned to pretend as if I heard nothing.

"Why you always do this? What did I do to you man? Like for real wh-." She violently sobbed before she was over powered by my father's voice.

"TEKA SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I was scared. His roaring voice made my heart pound. My mother followed his directions and did not say another word. Just like that another toxic ass situation was swept under the rug.

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