Lust Is Not The Word

The next day

7:00 a.m

I woke up the next morning and Kirra and Niecy were already gone back to their house. I has a horrible headache from drinking to much from the night before, so I really didn't remember anything that happened.

"JOY COME HERE," my mom yelled from downstairs.

I go downstairs almost falling over the steps multiple of times.

"What?" I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Give me your keys," she said as she handed out her hand.

"For what"

"Give me your damn keys it don't matter why I asked for them"

I gave my her the keys and proceeded to stomped of.

"Where were you last night," she asked as I walked away.

"In my room sleep duh"

"Your room looks fun as hell, can I go to your room next time," she said in a sarcastic way

She showed me a picture of Me, Kirra, and Niecy at the party last night from my Facebook page.

Rolls my eyes, "uggh why did I even add you anyways"

I stomped upstairs to my room mad as fuck because now I cant go anywhere.

"I HATE THIS FUCKING HOUSEI CAN NEVER DO SHIT"

"Should've thought about that before acting like you're grown," she said quietly to herself.

10:00 a.m.

"JOY IM ABOUT TO GO OUT TO GET GROCIES, ILL BE RIGHT BACK!", she yelled to me from downstairs

Damn now I'm about to be in this house again with Ronnie, I hate when she does that.

"MOM WAIT!"

I ran downstairs. "Can I come please, and have to talk to you about something in private"

"Yeah come on"

I followed her to her car in relief. Thank god I didn't have to stay at the house with Ronnie.

she starts up the car and pulls off.

"So what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Ummmm.. mom last night wh-when," I stuttered a lot I couldn't get my words out. How am I suppose to tell my mom that the man she loves, comes in my room every single night?

"what is it?" she glanced over at me.

"S-so the other night he-he came in".....she interrupted me

"Oh yeah , joy hold that thought. Me and Ronnie are going to pick out wedding dresses today, and I want you to come so you can help me choose"

"oh-okay," I said in a sad tone

"Now what is it that you was going to say about Ronnie", she asked

"Oh damn , you know what I think I forgot"

"Oh okay well when you remember don't forget to tell me, it sound important"

10:45 a.m.

Me and my mom pulls up to the mall and headed straight for the clothes section.

"Do you remember yet" she asked

"Mom so the other night when I was home alone and you were at work Ronnie came into my room and I told him to get out and he wouldn't leave and......"

She interrupted me again.

"Honey what color do you think my dress should be as an outline"

I completely stopped talking and went back to the car and started crying. All she was worried about was marrying that goddamn nigga that's not any good for her or anyone else. All Ronnie was good for was a prison cell. He shouldn't be allowed around anyone.

My mom came to the car, I can tell she was concerned about me but I could also tell that she was concerned about the type of dress that she wanted.

"Mom please don't stop me when I say what im about to say" I said as I cried.

"okay baby"

"So Ronnie.......

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To Be Continued