💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

Shattered

Thursday – Late Afternoon

“Granny, I’m home!” I called, pushin’ the front door open. My voice echoed in the silence. I ain’t hear her usual gospel playin’ or her humming near the stove. Weird.

Today had been chaotic as hell. School let out early ‘cause some dumbass juniors thought it’d be cute to mix up a chemical bomb in science class. Had the school on lockdown till the bomb squad pulled up. Whole mess ended with damn near everybody sneakin’ out, so they said fuck it and dismissed us.

I dropped my backpack on the kitchen table, already thinkin’ bout what I was gon’ eat.
“Oxtails or wings?” I mumbled to myself, openin’ the fridge. The oxtails and rice been callin’ my name since yesterday, so I grabbed the container and shut the door.

As I reached up for a bowl, I heard bumping.

Coming from the hallway.

“The hell...?” I froze, listenin’ harder. “Granny?” I called again, stepping out the kitchen.

Thud. Thud. Moaning.

...Nah.

Not my damn room.

I walked slow down the hallway, each step heavier than the last, that nasty sound gettin’ louder. When I stopped in front of my bedroom door, the noises were clear.

Slaps. Grunts. Moans.

My stomach dropped.

This bald-headed bitch is NOT fuckin’ in my bed.

“Aight, wrap this shi—” I swung the door open mid-sentence… and my whole body shut down.

Him.

HIM.

On my sheets. Half-naked. Skin I prayed I’d never see again. And her. My mother. Jumpin’ up, wrappin’ the sheet around herself like she had the right to act ashamed.

“What the FUCK you doin’?!” I barked, voice crackin’ with rage.

“Get out!” she screamed, rushin’ at me, pushin’ me out the room like I was the one who violated her. “Did you hear me?! Get the fuck OUT!”

The door slammed in my face.

I stood there. Paralyzed. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe.

Why the fuck is he here?
Why would she bring him here?

I finally stumbled back to the kitchen, eyes wide, brain still catchin’ up. The food I pulled out was still on the counter, untouched. I sat at the table, hands in my lap, and whispered—

“She brought him… Why? Why would she do that?”

The front door opened behind me.

“Whew! Lawd, evening service was on fire tonight— Oh hey, baby! You home early?” my granny asked, walkin’ into the kitchen like the world wasn’t crashin’ down around me.