Finding Yourself

XIX

Keeylah Mason

I walked into the house, first locking my car. As soon as I stepped into the hour, a fresh aroma of waffles and egs filled my nose. I smiled and traced to smell back to the kitchen.

"Mama, I'm-" I froze in my steps and looked at the scene before me. My mom and Chuckee, yep remember him? All booed up on the breakfast table, with Drea smiling all up on my dad and s**t. The only normal thing was Keeis playing with his food.

"What the f**k?" I yelled. Everyone turned my way, with shocked expressions on their face, but my moms face was priceless.

"Um, baby, hello...." My mom trailed off.

"What is he doing here?" I pointed a accusing finger at him.

"That's what i kinda wanted to tell you, Key baby, me and your father-"

"Sperm donor." I interrupted her.

She sighed and continued on."We have decided to get back together and he's moving in."

Wait wait wait, rewind, pause.

"Oh hell no. You gotta be kidding me, why you letting this young nigga get into head? HE DONT LOVE YOU, MAMA-"

"Stop saying that!" My mom screamed.

"Im only telling you the truth. Why are you getting back with my r****t? He r***d me for 4 consecutive years! And you still going back to him?" I froze.

I felt Chuckee glare at me, but I knew he was scared.

My mom narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't ever lie on your dad ever again, I know you don't like him. But I didn't know you sink this low as to lie!"

Tears started coming down my face, quick and fast. I felt Chuckee smirk.

"WATCH, HE GON BEAT YOUR ASS AGAIN AND YOU GONNA FALL FOR HIS BULLSHIT, STAY WITH HIM AND REGRET IT. I THOUGHT YOU WERE A ROLE MODEL, YOU ARE JUST ONE SELFISH b***h!" I vented.

My mom gasped and glared at me.

I looked over to Drea. "And you! You are just standing there like a i***t! Speak up, b***h!" I narrowed my eyes and scrowled. She looked down and played with her fingers.

"Get out, Keeylah. If you ain't rolling with this, get to stepping!" My mom crossed her arms. I looked at her and what my own mother has become. A lot emotions were running through my body, hitting me one at a time.

"Fine." I yelled. "f**k this house, f**k you, and f**k you, most of all Chuckee, I hate you and I hope you die in the firey pits of hell."

I ran up the steps and packed my closet, (yes all my clothes.), all my shoes, makeup and whatnot. f**k this cheap ass house anyway. The only one I pray for is my little brother, Keeis. I'm gonna pray for him, that my parents don't corrupt him.

I lunged the huge duffle bag downstairs and dragged it out the door, slamming it. I'm glad I still had the keys to the CLA. I went up to the car and opened the backseat, throwing the heavy load inside. I closed the door and I went to the other side of the car, opened the car and slammed it. I knew they were going to cancel the car payment soon. But eh. I swerved out of the driveway and headed onto the road with tears rolling down my face. My chest was heaving up and down. I needed to get away from here, from everyone.

Everyone was against me. Nobody would understand this. NOBODY. I looked at my gas meter and saw I had a full tank of gas. I sighed in relief and drove onto the freeway. I was probably expelled from school since I almost killed Perry and Dez is probably boo’ed up with DeeDee. I shake my head, this girl is NOT the same girl I’ve been rolling with since diaper days. Good luck, Dezianne. I pray for you, girl. Drea is a backstabbing girl and a fake cousin. She was never rolling with me. SHE KNEW what I had been through, and she kept hush hush about it? No. That aint no blood right there.

Now, what do I do about Carter? I groaned. As soon as I stopped at a red light. I took my phone out of my bra and went to my iMessages. I shook a little at what I was about to say.

KeKe: Carter how do I say this? You were my first everythin, my first love, my first s*x partner, my first boyfriend. But right now, I think its best that we end this bc im not in the right state of mind. I love you forever and always. But im leaving town. For a couple months, maybe more. You are everything I ever dreamed of and more. You made me happy and complete. Its kinda cliché Im breaking up qith you thru text and after our first night together. Lol.. :/ but this is the way it has to be done. And Im sorry, Carter. I rlly am.

I sighed as I pressed send. I went ahead to delete everyone’s numbers. I threw my phone on the passenger seat. The wet trails of tears on my face were clogging my visions but I could see perfectly. Where would I go? I don’t have any family in America. All my aunts and uncles live in Barbados. I wiped my nose as I drove onto the intersection. I knew a perfect place to raise myself.

Goodbye Atlanta, Hello Houston. 

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