"Bestie!?", he called.
'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom.
"Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulli...
A/N; This is it. The big confrontation between Morgan and 'her parents'. I recommend that you not be eating nor drinking anything when you read this. You might choke. This is unedited! Deuces!✌🏾
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Morgan...
I stared back at the two people that gave me life. All I could seem to muster was resentment towards them. I did not want to feel this way. No child ever wants their relationship with their parents to be one filled with resentment.
Yet, I had to be one of the unfortunate souls to have just that. I wordlessly gestured for them to come inside.
'You never give your back to the enemy', my subconscious whispered to me.
I did want to think such thoughts. They are the very reason why I even exist. However, my subconscious was never as forgiving as I made myself out to be.
"Where's my grandson? I don't see him", called Sharlene as she angrily strides pass me inside with Terrance in tow at her heels.
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I bit my tongue to giving a smartass retort. I have been working on myself for the past two months and I have made progress. Progress I hope to keep. Church has truly been a clutch for me during these trying times in my life. Which is why I will try to hold onto my teachings for as long as I can.
"Please, have a seat", I responded ignoring her prior comment.
She scoffed folding her arms across her chest. Her eyes were set into a vicious glare as she stared into my eyes. I was not affected anymore by her gaze. I have become more accustomed to her gaze more than anything.
I often found myself on the receiving end of it throughout my life. It was as if her casting a look upon me such as this was second nature to her.
"Where is my grandson?", she demanded.
"Mrs. Matthews, please have a seat", I said stressing her name.
I was quickly becoming irritated.
"Honey, lets just have a seat for moment then you can meet the baby, okay ?", Terrance said to her in one of his usual attempts of pacifying his wife.
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