027, NARRATIVE&FACETIME.

"Khalieah, how was Cali you never told us." Her mom asked as they sat at the dinner table.

Khalieah shrugged. "It was ight I guess, I spent the entire week with the boy i'm talking to and before you start lecturing me we didn't do nothing except go on dates and hang out with our friends." She responded.

"You need a break from boys to be honest... you was with Pablo basically your whole teenage years and you see how that turned out.." Her older sister butted in. Khalieah smacked her teeth. "Girl i'm just tryna help you."

"I ain't ask for your help and i'm cool on the advice from a girl who's nigga had a baby on her and she still stayed like the dumb bitch she is." She snapped.

"At least he ain't beating on me like Pablo been doing you the past few years."

"Mama do you hear this girl?!" Khalieah questioned. "You wasn't saying the same shit to mama when daddy was beating her ass like a rag doll so why everytime we argue you bring up the fact that I was getting beat on? Pablo twenty something i'm seventeen, the fuck was I supposed to do?!"

"Both of y'all shut the hell up, now." Their mother demanded. "Kanani, I didn't ask you to say anything. I asked your sister how her trip was and she rarely speaks to us about her personal life so you could've been a little easier on her when she felt comfortable enough to tell us about the boy shes with."

"Bruh what?! She don't even know the boy, he live all the way in Washington and you're comfortable with them talking and meeting up without having to meet him? I don't know what kinda mother you are but i'll never allow my children to do the shit you let Lieah do."

"I don't got time for this shit i'm finna slide bruh." Khalieah got up and grabbed the car keys off the counter before walking out the house.

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"are you in a car?" vinnie

questioned as soon as he

picked up his phone. "and

are you driving- lieah

why are you on the phone

while you're driving?"

"bruh no cause i feel like

ima do some stupid shit

if i don't talk to you. i'm

just tryna clear my head."

"what's up? what happened?"

he asked.

"my mom asked me about

my trip and i was straight

up with her and told her i

spent most of it with you and

she wasn't trippin on it but

then my bitch ass sister

started talking shit about

how pablo beat me and stuff

and i just can't focus right

now i'm stressed."

"wait you told your mom

about me?" vinnie asked,

trying to hold back a smile.

khalieah looked down

at her phone for a second.

"nigga.. read the room."

"you're right, i'm sorry.

uh, what was she pissed

about? like what even

started the argument?" he

asked.

"because she was saying

i need a break from boys

like bitch fuck you, what

she need a break from is

playing stepmama to her

boyfriends snotty nosed

kids the fuck wrong with her."

vinnie laughed. "lieah, i

cannot take you serious

when you're literally cursing

at yourself because she's

not here."

"you know what, you right.

i'm finna turn this car around

and go cuss that bitch out

and i'm finna push her

step kids down the stairs

just because."

"DO NOT DO THAT,

WHAT DID THE KIDS

DO?!" vinnie yelled.

"be ugly and they just

make me mad. i'm mad at

the whole house at this

point. hold on i'm finna

do a u-turn if i get hit

just know i love you and

tell my mama i love her

and tell my sister she a

bitch ass nigga!"

"lieah you what-"

"what? finna do a u-turn."

"no you said you loved

me."

"no i didn't, get off

my line." she hung up on

him.

AUTHORS NOTE.

y'all what we gonna do

if vinnie reads the book?

let's go hide in epstein's

bunker tbh... cause..