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toni braxton - the right. ⤴
Janet took me out to a late lunch before we headed to my parents house. I'm starting to think that wasn't such a good idea now, I might throw up that magically delicious broccoli soup later on. This trip was so unexpected, but I should've known better than to assume my life had calmed down.
Right now, Jan and I were just sitting outside the house. I wasn't ready to go in just yet but I knew I didn't have much time. Eventually my mom or sisters would come out and drag me into the house.
Finally getting out the car, I walk over to Janet's door and open it for her. "Jan, do me a favor." I help her get out the Bentley Truck.
"Anything my love." She says and grabs my hand.
"If i start yelling and cussin' get me out of there. I don't have time for a headache tonight." I tell her while we walk up onto the porch. A sad look flashes in her eyes before she just nods and kissed my cheek.
I didn't bother to knock because I doubted anyone would hear me anyway. The tv was so loud I knew exactly what they were watching. When we walked in, nobody was in the living room. Which made me roll my eyes and shut the tv off. They're always complaining about the bills but do stuff like leave lights and tv's on all day.
"Ma!" I shout while walking further inside. Something was telling me they were in the kitchen. The Braxton family could always be found there.
"Whose that?!" I heard my dad's strained voice call out. Just hearing him talk made my heart rate speed up but I ignored the feeling.
"Toni," I announced, trying to figure out where his voice was actually coming. And like I thought, it was the kitchen. My mom was standing at the sink washing a few dishes and my dad was at the table doing a puzzle.
"Well look whose here," Mom says, turning to look at me before going back to rinsing her dish. I roll my eyes and say hello.
"I'm shocked you even came. Didn't think you cared enough." My dad grumbles through his cough.
"Oh trust pops, I wouldn't miss your death for the world." I snap back, I can feel his sharp glare on me but I don't give him the satisfaction of looking up.
"I'm sure you wouldn't." he responds. Before I can get another smart remark out my mom interrupts us, greeting Janet instead.
"Enough! Hello, Janet. Haven't seen you in so long." She says, with time Janet's relationship with my mom got better. Sometimes it's hard to tell if she's being genuine or not, like now, but nonetheless it's better.
