GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
Q Grey "And a few months later you were born." Jen explained, letting tears stream down her face.
I couldn't even look this lady in the face no mo. Didn't know who she was fa real. After the story she just told me...I REALLY didn't know how to feel. Cause I'd be DAMNED if Pri fucked on Elijah cause she 'liked him first.' I'd prolly kill the both a them. Like they could really have fun in hell together. Which reminded me...niggas still weren't back from getting that cake...
"But Quentin. Every regret I had about you had been gone as soon as I saw your face." She weeped. "You were the best thing that has ever happened to me looking back at my life."
But that ain't answer shit! Cause why the fuck did I live with my pops my whole life? How come I ain't know shit bout Jen until my preteens damn there. Talk about bein an absent parent.
"Ion een know what to say." I scoffed. "I been lied to my whole life and it seems like no one was finna tell me. Not even my ole man."
"That's why- that's why we can start over Q! Now that you know the truth. We can go home after this and talk this over." She smiled, resting her hand on top of mine.
"Man fuck all that wack ass shit. You lied to me!" I exclaimed, pointing her in her shoulder. "Where the fuck was you? My whole life coulda been different if you just stepped up as a woman and raised me like you was posed to. You ain't even want me."
"No Quentin wait-"
"I think it's time to play that video you and Pri made." Samaria spoke, walking into the hallway and interrupting our conversation.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered all my emotions and tried not to spaz on anybody right now. Cause the last thing I needed was Pri luh friend to tell her how I yelled at everyone and shut the party down.
So I took deep breaths and nodded my head. Following Samaria out into the party, Jen followed us too. And I already knew she had that sorry look on her face. The one she always had when she fucked shit up.
Leaning against the wall, she stood beside me and we watched as the lights dimmed.
Samaria set up the video on the projector and got to playing it. I looked away from it. I didn't wanna watch all the effort I put into a woman that ain't want shit to do with me.
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I felt like flippin tables and throwin drinks but I kept my composure for as long as I could.
I could hear Jen sniffling from next to me. Crying like a baby, watching the video. Bet she felt like shit knowing I cared about ha more than she cared about me.
"This is beautiful." She cried.
And as the video ended, she took my hand as if I was gone fa give ha and call ha mommy, tryna breast feed again. Fall into ha arms and let her make up for 18 years of being a shitty parent.
