💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

Shattered

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” I managed, barely recognizin’ my own voice. My chest burned.

“Boy, how many times I done told you not to leave food on the counter?” she fussed, snatching the container and slidin’ it back into the fridge. “Food cost money, Gigi.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, eyes low.

She stopped, looked at me hard. “Wait… baby, what’s wrong?” She walked over and cupped my chin, tiltin’ my head up. “Why you cryin’?”

Before I could answer, a soft cry slipped out. I couldn’t stop it.

Then... footsteps.

Me and Granny both turned toward the doorway as she walked in. Fully dressed now, of course. And he… right behind her.

Our eyes met.

My body went cold.

“Okay, baby… I’ll call you later,” my mom said sweetly to him as she opened the door.

Granny exploded.
“SHALONDA MONAE BURSON, ARE YOU OUT YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!”

“What?” she rolled her eyes. “Ain’t my fault he came home early.”

Granny grabbed her cane so quick, I had to stand up and hold her back.
“Bitch, is you serious?! You brought him in this house?! After everything he did to Gabriel?!”

“He wasn’t supposed to be here!” my mom snapped. “Hell, he never is!”

Wait… what?

I looked up at her, feelin’ dizzy.

Never here?
“You mean… he been here before?” My voice shook as the words left my mouth.

She sighed. Rolled her eyes. “Look, I need to be happy, okay? I love him. We together. Simple as that.”

“Simple as that?” Granny hissed. “Shalonda, that bastard raped your son. Did you forget?!”

“He didn’t rape him,” she snapped back, jaw tight. “That lil’ skank threw himself at Demontae while he was drunk. He got confused. Thought he was me.”

I froze.

She looked right at me, disgust on her face. “With them lil’ tight shorts and booty clothes… you was beggin’ for attention.”

SLAP!

I ain’t even think. My hand moved before I did. Her face snapped sideways. She blinked like she couldn’t believe I touched her.

Now I was standin’ over her.

“I threw myself at him?” My voice was calm but sharp. Broken. “I was twelve, Ma. Twelve fucking years old.”

My voice cracked.

“I had 23 stitches in my body. Three broken ribs. My arm dislocated in six damn places. But I threw myself at him?”

Tears slid down my face as I stared at her.
“What did I ever do to you?” I whispered. “Why you hate me so much?”

She said nothin’.

“I done took a lot of shit from you. But this?” I shook my head. “Nah. This broke me.”

I backed up toward the door.

“You go live your life, do whatever the fuck you want. But stay the hell away from me. Congratulations, Ma… You just became the first woman to ever break my heart.”

I walked out that kitchen and straight out the front door. I heard my granny callin’ me, voice full of panic—but I didn’t stop.

I kept walkin’.

Down the steps.
Through the gate.
Down the street.

I needed to get far away.
Before she broke whatever was left of me.