Behind The Scenes

Byron

Dee walked through the front door, the stress of today's events clear on her face. "Come here baby." Byron pulled Dee towards him by her waist. "I know, you're wondering if you did the right thing,you did." He reassured her. "I know what it's like growing up on the street,not knowing who my dad is, wishing my mum wasn't always high." Byron told Dee. Dee pulled away, wanting him to explain.

"My mother was homeless, so was I. She worked as a prostitute, selling her body for money, just to put food in my mouth. When we finally got out of the gutter and in to a house, my mother had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend introduced her to heroin, my mother lived and breathed that shit. I watched her turn from the loving mother I once had in to a woman who forgot her own name. Once when I was about four, she was so high, she put me in the oven. Luckily, she didn't turn it on. I knew it was killing her, I was young but I knew the white stuff mummy was injecting was bad. I was right. One day, I came home from school. I called for my mum but had no reply. I rushed to her room and saw her body on the ground with three syringes in it. I knew she was dead, the light had gone out of her eyes. They threw me in to care, I had no other family until I was adopted.

My life was an emotional rollercoaster, I smoked, I drank, I had so many run ins with the police, they knew my name off by heart. I couldn't, I wouldn't love anybody else. Until I met you."Byron smiled. Dee felt tears roll down her face.

"You have and always have me." Dee climbed in to the bed. "I love you Dejarnè Reed." Byron kissed her neck. "I love you Byron Tucker." Dee smiled. "Damn straight." Byron replied. Dee giggled and fell asleep in Byron's arms.