By the time we left Jamaica I was sure Anthony turned me into a nympho. The things he did to my body took me places I never knew I could go, he had me hooked. When we got back home I decided to take him to meet my mom since I was 18 I figured she wouldnt care about his age. I was wrong.
"How long have ya'll been dating?" She immediately asked before he even had a chance to sit down.
"Not long." He answered smoothly knowing we had to keep the secret.
"Couldnt be, my baby turned 18 JUST a few days ago." She replied, squinting her eyes and folding her arms. I could already tell this was going to take a bad turn.
"Mom chill, we met a few months back but he said he wouldnt date me until I turned 18."
"And how old are you?" She asked him
"He's-"
"I asked HIM Lina." She cut me off with a wave of her hand. Anthony chuckled softly.
"Does it matter how old I am? Lina is a grown woman now, age ain't nothing but a number." He stated flatly.
"Mmm, I bet." My mom nodded her head and looked at me. I could tell she wasn't feeling him but that was too bad little did she know I loved Anthony. "Are yall sleeping together?" She eyed me suspiciously
"MOOOMM. Can you please ease up?" I complained
"It's all good baby, mama's opinion dont matter, you grown now." Anthony said and stood up. "Let's go." He demanded, walking towards the door.
"Any man that doesn't respect the woman who birthed the girl he's dating, is hardly a man at all." My mom called out to him and he turned back around.
The look in his eyes was something I had never seen before.
"And any woman who doesnt know when to shut her fuckin' her mouth won't ever have a man at all. Lina! I said let's go!" He yelled, making me jump up off the couch.
"Ok." I mumbled. This wasn't what I was expecting. I mean mama was being aggressive I could see where Anthony's irritation came from, but damn cussing at my mom? He was a little over the top for that.
"Controlling too, huh?" My mom assessed. "You don't have to go anywhere with him."
"Mom..." I moaned, they were both putting me in the middle. Anthony walked over to me, snatched me by my arm and pushed me towards the door. He was pushing me so fast I lost my footing and fell on my knees. Before I could even cry out Anthony yanked me up and slammed me back on my feet.
"Let her go!" I heard my mom scream but we were already out the door. When we got back to the car he shoved me in the passenger seat and slammed the door. My arm was throbbing and my knees were stinging. Anthony got into the driver side
"Make me repeat myself again and see what happens." He snarled at me.
"Both of ya'll were out of line. And dont be grabbing on me like that nigga." I added on. In a flash Anthony grabbed my face with one hand and forced me to look at him. He was squeezing my face so tight the insides of my cheeks were touching.
"I'M your man, you take my side regardless if I'm wrong or not. I dont need approval from yo mama for shit. I'm already fucking you, it's too late for all that. Now sit back and shut the fuck up. And the next time you talk back to me I'll make you regret it." Anthony's voice was filled with rage and I couldnt understand why! Irritation I could understand, but this was a bit over the top.
"You need to calm down." I mumbled and immediately felt a blow to my mouth. The impact made my head snap back and I could taste blood
"What the fuck did I just say?! STOP TALKING BACK!" he screamed and this time I shut up. The car ride back was quiet and I had to put my hand under my mouth to catch the blood. Anthony didn't look over at me once. When we pulled up in front of large cast iron gates I was confused. I wanted to ask what we were doing but I was scared to. Anthony rolled down his window to speak to the security guard.
"Mr. Smith, welcome back home." The guard called out cheerfully.
"Its good to be back, anything to report?" Anthony replied, his voice and demeanor back to normal.
"Nothing unusual sir. You're father stopped by, he said you havent been answering his calls."
"I'll handle it, thank you Shawn." Anthony replied and the guard hit the button to open the gates. We drove up the road for another mile or so before we pulled into the driveway of a mini mansion.
"We're home." He turned to me and smiled. I knew then that this mutha fucka was crazy.
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Hidden Wounds
General FictionLina was young and tender when she ran into Anthony Smith. He was everything she was looking for in a man; older, paid and he was the perfect gentleman...or so it seemed. She soon finds out that everything that glitters aint gold. In a whirlwind of...
