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AVA'S POV Saturday June 15th ----------------------------
"Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em"
"All these bitches is my sons....." I started turning the music up.
"And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em" "If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em
"L-L- Let me shake it off" I yelled pulling into the driveway.
"Fuck" I muttered seeing my dads car in the driveway.
I turned off my engine and got all my shit out as I made my way up to the house.
"FUCKING BITCH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU"
I quickly closed the door and hurried to where his yelling was coming from. He was towering over Millie with his fist raised.
"I just KNOW I aint seein what I think I am" I scoffed pulling my taser out my purse.
"A-Avaaa" Millie cried getting up and running over to me.
Her tear stained face sent a bad feeling to my stomach.
"He touch you?" She quickly shook her head no before wiping her tears.
"And if I did? F-fuck you gon do bout it?"
"Go upstairs Millie"
"Bu-
"Go upstairs Millie.... if I ain't up there in 10 call Tae"
She ran past me up the stairs and I heard her door open and close quickly.
"So you putting your hands on lil girls now?"
"Should've started with yo ass— prolly wouldn't have turned out the way you did" He scoffed looking me up and down as he chugged his beer in his hand.
"Touch her again and I promise you won't live to see another day" I threatened trying to keep my voice stern.
Despite him being a useless drunk, my father is 6'5 and is prolly a good 300lbs.
