𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚃
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"Get the fuck out my face." I groaned as Jamere followed me to my car.
"No. Why you been so bitchy to everybody today?" He asked.
"Why you been so bitchy to everybody your entire life?" I asked him with a mug.
"My mom got popped in the room next to mine and ever since then it's been like this. Your turn." He stared at me with a straight face before opening my passenger door and getting in.
"Fuck be wrong with niggas?" I muttered to myself as I got in the car.
"Look, just because you told me why you're a dick doesn't mean that I'm going to tell you why I am being a bitch. Got it? Good. Now get out of my car." I groaned.
"No. I'm coming to your house anyway to talk to your brother so you might as well drive me." He shrugged before putting his seatbelt on.
I squinted my eyes at him before grabbing my mini bottle of grey goose out of my glove compartment and chugging it down. "Are you fucking serious?" I asked.
"I was very much serious up until I realized that you were drinking and driving. Get out the car. I'm driving since yo' dumbass act like you invincible or something." He mugged me.
"It was one little ass drink. I ain't even drunk." I rolled my eyes before turning the car on and pulling off.
"You real annoying." Jamere said as he stared a hole into the side of my face.
"You really that scared?" I chuckled. "I promise, I'm not drunk." I told him. "Yet, at least." I added.
"You plan on getting drunk?" He gasped. "On a school night?" He gasped again. "Who are you and what have you done with my Ken?" He laughed.
"Nig—Shut up." I said before slamming on the breaks to piss him off.
"Kennedy what the fuck bro?!" He yelled with his hand over his chest.
"I'm so sorry dawg." I laughed as I put my car in drive and pulled off. "But for real though, what you want?" I asked him.
"I want to be friends." He shrugged before pulling out a baggy of marijuana.
"With who? Me?" I asked him.
"No. Your wig, who else?" He mugged me.
I scoffed. "You'n gotta' be a dick about everything you do. Trying being nice some fucking times." I muttered before aggressively pulling into my driveway and getting out.
"Bitch." He mumbled.
"I'll really kill you little boy." I told him as we walked into the house. I immediately made my way to the kitchen where all the liquor was and grabbed a bottle of Hennessy, a bottle of Fireball and I poured myself a cup of Cîroc & chugged it.
Today might be the worst day of my fucking life. I don't even understand how I make it through this day every year. I drink and drink and drink until I pass out because that's the only thing that keeps me from feeling the things I feel. I feel guilty because even after all of the things my father did to me I still love him and miss him as my father. Should I miss him? Am I an idiot for missing the man that raped me countless amount of times? What about my mother? Am I an idiot for missing her? She knew what he was doing and let it happen and didn't do anything until the last minute. Why did I get cursed with such horrible parents?
𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁
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"Yo bro, what's wrong with Kennedy?" I asked Mari.
"Dead parents." He said nonchalantly as he played the game.
"Why you not tripping then?" I asked.
"Because fuck Sofia and Malachiah, only thing they ever did right was give me Kennedy but other than that I'm glad them niggas dead." He said.
I nodded. "I feel you. That's how I feel about my mama sometimes. She knew that the shit she was getting into was gone cost her her life but still got into that shit." I shook my head.
"Cause parents be fucking selfish." He shrugged. "Go check on Kennedy please." He asked me.
"Okay." I said before running up the stairs to Ken's room.
"Yo Ken, you good?" I asked as I walked into her dim lit room and seeing her laying on her bed.
"I couldn't do it." She said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"I couldn't stop it. She just kept beating him and beating him until his face was no longer recognizable." She cried.
I really don't think that this is any of my business.
"Damn.." I mumbled as I scratched the back of my neck. "You good though right?" I asked again. I'm not good with sad people.
She shook her head no.
"Want me to stay in here or something until you feel better?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Move over." I said as I took my shoes off and got in her bed.
"Thank you." She said before laying her head on my chest.
"Anytime pretty."
I TRIED.
