Forever And Always

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Kaiya POV

"GET BACK HERE KAI IM NOT DONE WIT'CHU!" Christopher yelled after me. I went into the room we once shared and packed things. I've put up with his shit for too long and I'm tired of being treated like a last choice. I heard him walk into the room. As I got the last of my things he just sat there watching me take all my stuff to the door. As I was walking out with my last bag he stepped in my way.

"Baby please stay." He pleaded. I rolled my eyes trying to walk around him only to be blocked again. I was getting angry.

"Christopher Charles Jordan!" I yelled giving him a death stare.

"That's my name babe." He said cheesing. He noticed my straight face and changed his attitude.

"I'm not in the mood to be playing games wit'chu right now okay. Move out my way so I can leave whatever the fuck this was behind. Ight?" I said gritted my teeth and tighten my grip on the bag I had in my hand.

"Babe. Kai I'm sorry okay. We not even together so does it mat-" I put my hand up to stop him.

"First of all don't babe me. Second of all it matters to me because you said you love me and wouldn't hurt OR do anything to disrespect me but when I come home I see you fucking another bitch in the bed we share!" With that I walked out shaking my head.

Just as I was about to pull out the drive way I almost forgot to give him the key back.

"Oh yeah and umm here's the key asshole." He stood there shocked.

Oh I didn't get to properly introduce myself. My name is Kaiya Monea Johnson but people call Kai. I'm 17 about to turn 18 in October. I know y'all like damn girl you 17 and living with a nigga. Yeah one of the dumbest decisions I could've made. My mama told me since I think I'm grown I had to get out and thats how I met that asshole.

*flashback*

"Kai get'cho ass down here now!" I rolled my eyes and did what I was told.

"What?!" I asked mugging a pathetic excuse of a mother.

"Wea yo ass been all damn day huh?!" She asked stepping in my face.

"Why do you care?"

SMACK!

I held my face in shock with tears streaming down my face. I looked at someone I called mother with pure anger.

"You will not come in this house late and disrespect me. I pay the bills in this house and you will show me some gotdamn respect!" I clenched my jaws and tightened my fist.

"I come in the house late cause I can't stand to be around you when you're drunk and that's 24 fucking 7! And how the hell you paying the bill with no job! You spend every penny on nonsense but can't spend a penny on your own kids. You just smacked me. And you talm bout respect. Please." I said pointing my finger in her face.

She just stood there shocked not able to say nothing because it was true. She was a drunk and a hoe. She rather spend money on drugs and liquor than spend it on us. Like I said pathetic. She blinked twice and smacked me again.

I blinked back a few tears and charged towards her. We was going at it until we heard my sister crying. She kicked me off her and ran to my sisters aid. I sat there thinking and holding in tears that threaten to fall.

Later she came back down with tissue in her nose, a bandaid under her eye, her lip was busted, and she had a black eye. I was stunned by my work that I just looked.

"We going to the store. When I get back I want you out. Since you think you grown and can take care of yourself in these streets. Gon' and live in them streets. And don't ever think about stepping foot back into this house. Don't even call." She stated calmly walking out the door.

I packed all my stuff and long story short I slept in my car, and the next morning that asshole was knocking on my window.

*flashback over*

I wiped away my tears and pulled into a hotel parking lot. Deep breathes. God please give me the strength.