Worst Behavior

4- Im Out

"Aunt Jasmine did not." She gasped in shock

"She did."

I love my mama alot but sometimes, she kills me.

"She doesn't seem like the type to do that. I mean she's just so nice and happy all the time." Taye said

"And emotional and vulnerable." I added

She gave me look that showed she didn't agree with my statement.

"She is. That's part of the reason she sent me out here. Everything I've ever done has made her upset or cry in some type of way. I admit most of it is because I am a horrible child. But, she also has no type of discipline skills." I said

"Um there is a such thing as an ass whooping." Taye suggested

"Whoopings made me worse than I already was. There was really no way to stop me from acting out." I said

"Well, that last part is kinda true. But, we're all done." She said as she placed the last item in one of the suitcases

"Okay. I'm about to text my dad and tell him come get me. Call me later." I said

"Got it."

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"Oh my God! Daddy this house is huge." I examined the inside

3 bedrooms and bathrooms, a game room, a pool outside, a big ass kitchen.

"Not really." He shrugged

I waved him off.

"Where's my room at?" I asked him

He motioned around the corner and I followed behind him into a room that had my name on the wall above a king sized bed. The color theme was grey and yellow. I was very happy it wasn't pink or purple, or I would've went crazy.

"This is so gorgeous! How long you had this set up?" I asked him

"Since I first bought the house. I knew you'd step foot in this house one day. Just never knew when." He said

Daddy always came to Tennessee whenever he wanted to see me. He said he didn't want my mom having to travel back and forth due to her job. She was a small town lawyer but was really good at her job. That's probably why she got paid very well.

Daddy was a therapist and mental health counselor. This was only a plus because I could literally talk to him about everything.

"I'm glad I'm here now. This is going to be fun!" I screamed jumping on his back

"You have always been hyper as fuck. The hell you smoking on?" He questioned

I mugged him. "Haha very funny."

"Girl it's hilarious." He let out a loud laugh

"You annoying."

"You think I give a fuck? 'Cause I don't." He said

"Ugly ass." I mumbled

"You look like me so if I'm ugly you damn sure ugly too." He retorted

"Damn, that hurt!" I placed my hand over my heart

"That was the point." He said "On a serious note what the hell did you do to your head? Lookin' like gahdamn blues clues."

He pointed at my weave that was a navy blue color.

"Alright now Jameel, don't play with me." I tugged at a strand of his curly hair that sat in his ponytail

When I tell you this man had a lot of hair. His mama got some good genes because his hair was mighty curly due to his Cherokee Indian genes. It blended very well with his smooth brown complexion.