Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚜
I laid in my bed looking at pictures of Moriah.
She's so fine, like I'd be with her forever fine, even through our problems.
I just wish I ain't always run away when shit get hard. But her ass don't believe me.
Imma make her ass a believer. Starting with that bitch ass nigga who made her feel insecure.
I know what block he be on, where he work, where he live, all that bullshit.
I'll make his ass eat dirt.
I been on my school shit though.
Passing and getting A's but Calculus is beating my ass.
And ion take losing fights lightly.
Imma beat that bitch Kayla's ass cause I believe she's tryna be funny, she should be glad she even got a feel of my dick.
But who wouldn't want this shit ?
I gotta get high
~~~ "Aye B you got a letter." said Rell banging on the door.
I groaned. "What time is it ?"
"2."
"In the morning ?"
"If you open you eyes you can see punk."
I opened up my eyes to see the bright ass sun.
Why he gotta be at my door ?
I opened my door with my eyes halfway closed.
"You got a letter from the jail." He said holding it up.
From the jail ? Who the fuck writing me letters from the jail ?
I grabbed it from him and looked at it.
"What it say ?" He asked.
I read the name a thousand times.
But nothing about the shit changed.
Brandon Watts. Who the fuck ?
"Aye watch out I gotta ask Ma a question." I said sliding pass Rell.
"Hold wait B." He said following behind me.
I burst through my mothers door as she jumped up.
"What ? Why y'all standing in my door like that ?" She quizzed.
"What's this ?" I quizzed with the letter in my hand.
She looked at it and jumped out the bed.
"Gimme that , that ain't fucking for you, why y'all going through my damn mail ! " She shouted.
"Why is it addressed to me then ? Who the fuck is Brandon Watts you told me my father didn't wanna be in my life." I said holding the letter high above my head.
"She told you that ? That man has been writing letters since your eighth birthday. " Said Rell.
"TYRELL !" She shrieked.
"Where the letters at ?" I quizzed.
She looked at me. "Ma, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LETTERS AT !"
"My closet at the top in a box." She said pointing to her closet.
I walked pass her and opened her closet grabbing the gray box at the top .
And it was filled with letters from the same jail, from the same man, addressed to me.
Brandon Watts.
"Why would you hide these from me ?"
She just looked at me.
I'm starting to get frustrated.
I walked past her with the box.
"Wait Bradley where are you going, that box doesn't belong to you." She said running down the steps behind me.
"Somewhere, I gotta make a run." I said slamming the door.
~~~ "Moriah, open the door." I said knocking on it.
"Go, away." She said sifting pass it.
"Please it's an emergency. Listen can we talk please ?"
I could hear her coming back to the door.
Two clicks and she opened it.
She had on my shirt with nothing underneath and some footies with her natural hair in a back bun.
She opened the door more to let me in.
I walked in and took off my shoes.
"What's the matter B ?" She said rubbing her eyes sitting on the couch.
I put the letter in her hand.
"It's from Brandon Watts, is Brandon Watts your dad ?"
"I think so, I told you I never meet my dad, my mom told me he never wanted to be in my life."
She patted the spot next to her for me to sit.
" Do you want me to read it ? " She asked.
I nodded my head yes.
She opened it and began to read. Her eyes light up in the process.
"He wants to see you." She said handing me the letter.
"On Saturday, It's father son day. And he wants you to come. It's the only day you get to spend the full day with him at supervised residence. They'll feed you and everything." She said excitedly.
"Nah. Ion wanna go." I said stuffing the letter back in.
"Please B, Please this would be the only time you'll get to see him. " She said holding on to me.
Do I really wanna see this man ?
I got a lot to ask him.
"Okay but if I do this I want you to know I did it for you. And sorry for leaving you like that it's just-"
"I know, you have a lot to learn dealing with older mature women. " She said laughing.
I laughed with her. I really love her a lot.
I usually don't say that a month into relationships but I really do love her.
"Can I tell you something ?" She asked.
"Yea wassup mama ?"
"Your ex, she's been texting me. A lot. " She said lowly.
"Saying what ?"
" A lot listen can we just watch a movie and talk about it later ?" She asked.
I looked at her.
If Giselle is making her feel insecure I'm going to kill that bitch.
