One Less Problem (BWWM)

Today is the Day/Looking Back at the Past

Last night, was kinda fun. I enjoyed talking to Myles. He seems like a really nice guy. But, I feel like there's more to him then what he told me. I gently move Simon off of me and get out of my bed. Sadly, I'm about to get ready to go see my mother and father. I've been debating on wether I should return her call or not;but I think I'd rather hear her tell me in person. I don't think I was wrong about Jason talking to her again. There is no way I could possibly be wrong about that. Ever since I introduced them to each other they've been close. As crazy as this may sound, she's closer to him then her own children. But,today is the day I tell my mother that my love life is MY love life. She needs to let me make my own decisions when it comes to relationships. I don't want to be with Jason ever again.Walking into my bathroom, I flip the light switch on and walk over towards my tub and turn the shower on. Stripping out of my nightclothes, I hop in the shower and let the water pour all over me. If only showers could wash away the past and all the pain that it had caused. I grab my bottle of body wash and pour it all over my sponge and begin to bathe. I hope today goes by smoothly.
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I'm not nervous about talking to my mother, but I am kind of on edge about it. I just know it's going to irritate me because she thinks she knows what's best for me. I've always went with whatever my mother said;even if it was something that I didn't want to do I still did it. I remember one time my mom and I were out school shopping and she was going around picking up different dresses and skirts and all I wanted to know was who was going to be wearing that stuff. I hated wearing girly clothes growing up, but my mother didn't care. She insisted on making me wear what she wanted me to wear.But, my dad saved me from that horrible nightmare. Every time she would buy me girly clothes, my dad would take me to get jeans and shorts,graphic tees, and sneakers. My dad was and will always be my hero, even though we've lost our spark and barley talk anymore. But that's not even half of what my mother has done. I remember in the summertime, I wanted to go to science camp and join he entomology program because I loved bugs and nature. I wanted to go and learn about all of the different kinds of bugs in the world and their habitats. But sadly, my mother had other plans. My dreams were crushed that entire summer and I'll never forget that day. My dad held me the entire night after he and my mother got into an argument. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I never knew a mother could be so cruel to her 13year old daughter, but I learned the hard way. Sighing, I finally turn the shower off and hop out of the tub.

Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around me and unlock my bathroom door, I walk into my room and head for my closet. I'm really not in the mood to dress up, so I pull out a red crop top, and a pair of black jeans along with my red toms. Walking over towards my dresser, I almost trip over Simon. Luckily he hops up and runs out of the room. Grabbing a bra and a pair of panties, I throw everything down on my bed and dry off. After getting dressed I slip on my shoes and grab my bag. "Simon!" I call out walking into my kitchen grabbing his bowels. He runs up to me and rubs up against my leg while purring. "Mommy's about to leave for a little while, but I promise to be back as soon as I can." I pour food and milk into his Bowles and place them back down on the floor. He runs towards them and begins eating. I smile watching him. Time to go face the music. I sigh and walk towards my front door. Opening the door and stepping outside, the smell of fresh cut grass hits my nose. I walk towards my car an unlock my door but before I can climb inside a familiar voice calls out,"I'm still waiting on that apology!" I turn around and see Jason without a shirt standing behind a lawnmower. "Keep waiting then!" I shoot back glaring at him. He smirks and says,"As long as it takes baby." He winks at me and I flick him off. I get in my car ignoring his little jester. "Hate that punk." I mumble out loud. Starting my car I back out of my driveway and catch a glimpse of Jason mowing his lawn. He's still in shape I see. But, I still want nothing to do with him.
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Pulling into my parents driveway behind Nisey's car I inhale deeply. As I'm getting out, Gerald approaches my car. "Hey sis." He smiles widely. I squint at him and shake my head. "What you want?" His smile drops and he puts on a face that says he's hurt. "Dang, what makes you think I want something? I can't say hey? You know I love you sis." I scoff at and roll my eyes. "You need to cut this act out and tell me why you in front of my door." He laughs and shakes his head. "Can I.."
"No."

"But you ain't.."

"What did mom and dad say when you asked?" If dad said no it's definitely going to be a no from me. Our dad doesn't say yes to anything stupid or reckless, even though we're all grown. "He told me ask momma and momma said no. But you know she be hating on a nigga." I burst out laughing. "What is the question Gerald?"
"Can I have $400.00?"

"What?! What you need that for?" I look at my brother like he's crazy. He must've of lost his mind. "I need it for the 4-wheeler I saw the other day. I already got $500.00 saved up."

"Why you ain't ask Nisey?"

"I did! She told me to ask you." I roll my eyes and snort. Of course she did. "Why you can't just get it when you have enough money?" I groan reaching for my bag and finally step out of my car. "Because I need it asap. You know it's hard out here for a guy like me to be riding the bus. The honeys don't want a nigga with a bus pass."

"Better get a job and save up for a car then." He gives me a hurt look. "Ask me about it next week okay Gerald." He places his big smile back on his face and picks me up swinging me around. "Thanks sis!" He places me back on the ground and runs towards the front door of the house. I said ask me about it next week not I'ma give it to him next week. I shake my head and walk towards the front door. Here goes nothing.