Mystery POV
"Like a fucking roach, that's how I felt, aint nobody help me. Shit I was on my own, I said, 'Fuck that wack ass education, my man is a drug dealer,' it was all gravy until he beat my ass to death."
A deathly silence engrossed the large ballroom, as dozens of people earning their psychology degree watched sincerely as the woman on stage let out a cry of emotional pain. The words that had reached my ears hit me hard as I realized that that could've been me. Shit I almost quit school for Tyheim, just like my mom had for my dad.
My chest tightened as thoughts of hate ran through my mind, I never thought the bitch that would fuck my man would be my momma. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched the deranged woman continue to cry. Quickly grabbing my heavy tote from the soft chairs, my legs couldn't have moved any faster as I rushed out. Tossing on my large sunglasses that covered most of my face, I headed towards my car.
Laying the bag across the backseat, I comfortably laid back turning on the AC while I was at it.
"Look man I'm supposed to be inside, the deals off! First you mess with my money, now my family? What's next, my life?"
Curiously looking towards the car next to me, a bold voice yelled out in frustration. Rubbing the edge of my acryliced nails against my chin, my ears perked up when I recognized the voice of my dad. Inching the window down slowly, I searched for him, but only got the same veiw of the deep green tree's blowing in the wind.
When I found out about Tyheim and my mom sleeping together my dad had slipped my mind! It never was apparent to me that maybe my dad knew of the secret relationship, ain't that some shit? Well as of now, there were no more fucks I could give. Eyeing the bright diamond ring that hugged my finger, the thought of Jerome caused a smile to tug at my lips.
"Come on now, be a good Pastor and pay your tide's," flicking my eyes quickly from my hand towards my car window my mouth dropped in amazement as I spotted Tyheim and my Father, "you wanted a video of Ryann getting raped and that's what you got!"
Lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow, my heart sped up as his menacing words repeated in my mind. What the fuck was going on? Tyheim, I could understand him doing some sick shit, but my father? The oh so holy Pastor? Gripping the edge of my leather sterring wheel tightly I fumbled around for the gas as the bitter bile from my stomach threatened to upchuck.
Driving faster and faster towards Tyheims house in the heart of L.A, I some how controlled the panic that surged through my heart. My mother needed me, I could feel it. Gradually stopping at a red light, I cursed under my breath as I realized I was no where near South Central. Looking towards the everlasting red light, I quickly punched in my moms number I knew by heart.
"Mystery? Baby, whats wrong?"
Tears flooded my eyes with relief as she groggily answered, although she sounded as if she was near to death, it was better than her being 6ft under.
"Get dressed I'm coming to get you!"
Barking comands into the phone, I quickly pressed the gas as the light turned green. This was some bullshit, waiting for a reply I cruised down the street's of L.A.
"Why? Let me- Tyheim baby is that you?"
Cringing at how smoothly and easily the word 'baby' had rolled off of her tounge, I merely ignored it as I realized I was too late.
"Mommy no! Listen to me, he is not to be trusted, he got you raped-"
Listening to his deep voice reply, I instinctively shut up. Rolling my eyes towards the ceiling of my car, I settled in the parking lot of Burger King. As I numbly listened to him smooth talk her like he used to do to me, I couldn't help but chuckle menacingly.
"Ryann can you get the door?"
Sighing slowly, I knew for sure she had forgotten about me. Prying the heated phone from the side of my sweaty face, my finger slowly hovered over the end button.
"Mystery..."
Almost dropping my phone, my eyes widened and jaw dropped as Tyheim softly called out my name. Reluctantly inching the cell phone towards my ear, my heart dropped in fear.
"Bitch I know you hear me!"
Wincing as he yelled through the phone I continued to listen.
"You think I didn't see your ass in the parking lot? Remember when I promised to kill everyone you love? Tyheim never breaks promises, see you at the Pastor's funeral next week."
Shaking as the dial tone was the only sound I heard.
Ryann POV
"Is Tyheim here?"
Looking the stocky drag queen up and down, I had to admit that the Chanel bag on his arm screamed fashionista. As my eye's traveled from his polished toes, which by the way were stuffed in a pair of Jimmy Choo's, to that long ass weave on top of his head, I merely glanced at his face underneath the massive red curls.
"Well? Look honey I do not have all day," snapping his fingers and rolling his neck I knew already that I didn't like this fagget bitch," Tyheim! Ty, what you dating deaf bitches now?"
"He's upstairs."
Pushing past me, I reluctantly held back the urge pull that nigga back by his weave and two piece him! Slowly inching back towards the plush living room, I curled tightly into a ball on the white leather couch.Turning on the TV, I settled for Preachers Daughter, although the drama on TV was calling my name, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious phone call from Mystery. As usual Tyheim bitched about her calling, I never knew why he didn't like Mystery and I to talk.
Looking towards the wooden steps as the loud footsteps thrudged slowly down the stairs. Rolling my eye's as I spotted those ugly ass snakeskin Jimmy Choo's, I quickly threw on my Juicy Couture sweater and fumbled through my purse for my key's.
"Nigga where's my money you know weave is not chea- well, well, where does your Highness think she's going? Is the Queen to good to dine with peasants like I?"
As he let out a morbid laugh, I merely glanced towards him as I headed for the door. He was right, the Queen is to good to dine with peasants.
"Where you going?"
Standing on my tippy toes to see into the large glass mirror above me, I slowly glossed my lips and applied a little mascara.
"Picking up Mystery."
Slightly telling the truth, I just wanted to know what she was trying to say, and why what she was about to say had Tyheim acting so funny. Noticing the akward glances between them, my face contorted as I ran my fingers through my short cut while they looked down at me from the top of the stairs.
"You can't, you got shit to do tonight. And what the fuck you putting on make-up for if you only going to see that little bitch?"
Gaping at how rude Tyheim was, I laid my hand onto my hips, trying to match his defiance.
"First of all thats my daughter not just some bitch," merely lifting an eyebrow he chuckled slightly," and last time I checked I didn't have shit to do!"
"She wasn't your daughter when I was fucking the shit out of you, and you have an escort job tonight. So take off that fucking sweat suit and go put on what I put on the bed!"
Tears swelled in my eye's as his words suddenly hit me, out of everyone, I never thought Tyheim would use my sin's against me. Looking towards the drag queen in embarrassment, I sucked my teeth and headed for the door. I had already went though with Marcus' bitter attitude for years, so I wasn't gonna let a little boy have his way.
Feeling a cold hand grip my wrist, I quickly pulled away as his nails sunk deep into my skin. Catching a glimpse of his eye's I stopped suddenly afraid as death was written all over his face.
"Don't you ever," pushing me against the cold wall his fist headed towards me, instead of hitting me Tyheim punched in the smooth white wall," talk to me like that, I made you what you are today! All this designer shit, diamonds in your ears, on your neck and wrist I did that!"
Panting heavily he let go of my wrist as tears careesed down my face.
"Go get ready!"
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