Pimp me out Mommy

The Agenda

I heard faint music approaching and I instantly knew it was Brat. I stood up and watched her blue impala approach me. I opened the door, threw my tote in the backseat and sat down in the front. Brat flashed me a welcoming smile.

"Thanks girl." I said.

"It's no thing. What's been up?" She asked

I turned my attention towards her and dramatically titled my head.

"Girlllll. What hasn't been up? Mostly my mom and dad. The usual." I explained.

"I was trying to sneak in the crib to pack my bags. Praying to God I wouldn't be noticed. At first everything went smooth, then I heard my mom check him about some other bitches that were picking with her on social media and shit. He's denying the whole thing, claiming she's tripping. She eventually asks to see his phone, and he wouldn't budge. From what I heard, he tried to get past her, but he wouldn't let her. He slapped her hard as hell because she called him a pussy. She was asking why he always does this, but he yelled over her and told her to shut the fuck up. This shit isn't right." I said shaking my head ashamed.

Brat absorbed the information without judgement as she usually does. She was clearly frustrated.

"Your daddy be tripping man. What the fuck you gone do? I'm bout tired of this shit!" She expressed.

I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't thought about this time and time again. I knew my dad had to be eliminated one way or another.

"I don't know." I confessed. I felt responsible to have a plan, but I didn't.

"I don't know, but I know I have to get to some money. Maybe that way me and my mom could get our own place. He's been controlling her transportation to work, even though she owns the car. I need a job to be able to match my mother's income so we can be on our own."

Brat shook her head in agreement.

"When we get home we are going to apply for jobs together. I could use money too. I know with us havig a job at the same time, and hopefully at the same place, will do wonders for us. We are going to figure something out. Shit has to change." She said.

I was fueled and excited to hear the passion and dedication in her voice. With Brat as my support system, I knew I could do what I needed to do.

I was eager to gain some independence. I felt like a job was the exact thing I needed. I was determined to work really hard to provide a better life for my mother and I. I felt a deep sense of relief and serenity. The environment I'm in really dictates my mood. Since being out of the house I felt peaceful. I had not a care in the world. I knew everything was straight for a moment.

We finally arrived at Brat's house. It felt like a second home to me. We hopped out the car and entered her front door. I slipped my shoes off, and she did the same. We grabbed a couple of snacks. I grabbed a rice crispy treat and goldfish, brat grabbed a family sized bag of chips.

I followed Brat up the stairs as I listened to the sound of the chip bag rustle. The stairs squeeked gently as we finally made it to her bedroom. She turned the TV on, and we got comfortable.

"I know you're about sick and tired of your dad. What you trying to do?" She asked stern faced.

"Shit, good question. I don't know." I paused "I just know he has to get the hell out my mama's life."

"Period!" She added. " Look, I know some niggas that can take him out. Like real talk." She confessed.

I shook my head violently almost involuntarily.

"No no no no no. You know Nut is with all of that shit too! I'm not trying to have no kind of war or nothing."

" I get what you're saying sis, but the police obviously has been no help up to this point. There's not much your mom can do legally to protect herself without becoming a target. I'm just saying it ways to get him elimated." She said matter of a factly.