His addiction

Problems prt. 2

When the door opened it reveled a 42 year old woman.

"Hey mama." He said.

"King? W-what are you doing here?"

"Um can I come in?" He asked. She starred at him for a second and stepped aside. He walked in and looked around.

"This aint change much." He said. He looked around and seen a few new things here and there.

"What brings you here boy?" She said gesturing towards the couch.

"Dis a new couch?" King said when he sat down. He remembered the old couch being a black leather and kinda ripped up so they put a sheet over it so that they would have to see the scratch marks, tears, and rips. She nodded as she sat down next to him.

"What do you want boy?"

"I need a place to stay while I do this community service." He said getting straight to the point.

She raised her eyebrow. "How much we talking?"

"I aint see or heard from you in 2 years and you asking to move in... chile please."

"Mama you know I cant be here."

"Well where you been?" She asked. He hesitated to answer.

"I just been out chillin."

"Been out 'chillin' so thats more important than calling yo momma and checking up on her?"

"Dont make this a thing. You kicked me out remember?"

"Boy and I will do it again. You shouldn't have came here. Dont you ever throw that in my face again. You know damn well you was out there on those streets prolly selling shit." She said raising her voice.

"Mama I wouldn't have been on those streets if you aint had dat whack ass nigga in this house. You knew his ass was putting his hands on me and whatchu do?" He paused and waited for a second. "Exactly you aint do shit. You right I shouldn't have came here. Im out." He said getting up and shaking his head. At this point his mom was speechless.

She knew everything he said was true and she didnt wanna hear it. He was about to walk out until she started crying. King hated people who guilt cried or had crocodile tears. But mostly he hated seeing his mom cry no matter what so he went over there and hugged her.

"Im sorry mama."

"No Im sorry. You're completely right I was horrible and I shouldn't have done that to you." She hugged him back. Thats when King noticed a bruise on his mom face.

"He did that?"

"Did what?" She tried to play dumb

"Mama dont play wit me he did dat to you?"He turned her face to get a closer look. It was a big bruise by her eye. When King as it he grew angry. His stepdad was hitting on his mom.

He peeped the back of the house.

"He here?" King asked and she shook her head.

"Ight imma head to the bathroom before I head out." He walked to the bathroom and opened it. He peeked to see if his mom was watching and she wasnt.
He closed to that bathroom door loud enough to make it convincing that he actually went in and he snuck in her room.

He quickly and quietly look all around the room. He looked in cabinets, drawers, desks, under the bed. He stopped and started scoping the room. He looked at the closet and walked up to it. He pushed a bunch of clothes out the way and saw a box. When he grabbed the box he looked inside and it was a bunch of money mixed with drugs and a gun.

He stole some money and the gun and put the box back. "I got sum for dat ass." He said to himself. He left the room and opened up the bathroom door to flush the toilet.

He was about to approach his mom until he heard someone open the door.

"Hey baby where were you last night?" She said walking to him and trying to give him a hug and kiss. He pushed her back.

"Aht. Who in my house?"

"What?"

"Who the fuck in my house?"

"Baby you drunk."

"No who car in front my house it bet not be no nigga in here or imma beat yo ass."

"Aint no nigga here calm yo ass down."

"Fucking bitch." He mumbled and pushed her out the way.

"Watch who you talking to nigga." King said stepping out the corner.

"Oh the punk ass son is here." He said putting a cigar in his mouth.

"Yeah ight imma show you who da punk." King looked at his mom. "You did dat to her?"

He pointed at his mom and his stepdad looked at her. "Yeah so what bitch deserved it." He said sitting on the couch and putting his feet on the table.

King only became more angry. He walked over to him and kicked his feet off the table and smack the cigar out his mouth.

"Call my momma a bitch again."

"Oh you got balls now. Son dont forget how I use to beat yo ass when you was younger." He said getting up.

"Malcolm stop." She intervened.

"Nah momma let his bitch ass talk." He said. He got up and looked at King.

"I aint gon take this shit in my own house." He pushed King.

"Nigga dont touch me." He said pushing him back.

"Both you stop."

"Do sum nigga." Malcolm said pushing King back hard. "Do sum."

"Malcolm dont hit my baby."

"Bitch-" King punched Malcolm dead in his face. Malcolm fell to the ground and spit blood out his mouth. "Stop King leave." His mom tried pulling him to the door but he pulled back and Malcolm got up. He charged at King sending them both to the ground.

Malcolm got on top and started punching King. "Get off of him!" She cried trying to push Malcolm off. Malcolm pushed her away giving King enough time to move out the way before he could get hit again. They both got off the ground and Malcolm tried charging at him but King moved out the way and gave Malcolm a couple blows to the face and stomach.

"I like that." Malcolm said wiping his nose. Malcolm nose was bleeding now. Malcolm tried to punch King again but he blocked it and body slammed Malcolm on the floor and punched him multiple times. "King stop!" Was all King heard before he blacked out.

King kept sending punches to Malcolm face until his mom was able to pull him off. She tried pushing him out the house. "King leave." She said pulling his arm. He pulled his arm away from her and ran up to him again soccer kicked Malcolm in his face and body a couple times. "Thats enough!" She yelled. "Get the fuck out now." She cried.

King looked at her and back at Malcolm. "Touch me or her again and Ill kill you." He said. "And i aint yo fucking son." King spitted on him and left. King got in the car and slammed the door shut. He looked in the mirror and saw how is face was a lil bruised. He took out the gun and the money he stole and threw it on the passenger side and drove off.