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"Vashti get ya behind up, these dishes ain't gonna wash themselves." Aunt Linda yelled as she stood in 'the doorway wearing her maid attire while taking a drag from her usual morning cigarette.

Vashti cursed under her breathe just as the morning sun peak through the open window.

She really wasn't in for hearing her Aunt's, Grammy Award-winning speech on, "How to be a Lady." Rolling over her bloodshot eyes grace upon her Aunt's no-nonsense demeanor, "I hear you." her voice rang out in a slur, as the comforting arms of sleep still embraced her body.

"Good, I don't like repeating my self to a grown woman twice." Her heavy built body staggered across the linoleum floor to the opposite side of the room, where Dynasty, her daughter's bed was positioned.

Furiously, she yake the floral covers back. The naked images of Dynasty and her drug-dealing boyfriend, Reaper, came into view.

Vashti shook her head out of pure disgust. She had already known Dynasty was going to get what was past due to her.

Aunt Linda was a strong born again Christian. Before turning her life around, she took refugee in a local street gang, rewarding her the name Empress. She might have kept to herself, but she was deadly. Linda was known for shooting men in cold blood without asking any questions or caring whether they had families are not. Shooting men was her job, and she did it with pride.

Although they were both twenty-two years old, Aunt Linda didn't play when it came to shacking up, especially under her roof. Vashti followed that rule religiously, meaning she never plans to get caught when she had her boy toys over. Dynasty, on the other hand, was quite defiant when it came to her mother's ridiculous rules.

A white cloud of smoke blew from her dark lips, while her brown orbs ascended heavenward. Vashti knew this was a clear sign that Dynasty was going to be buried in her favorite red dress three days from today.

Quickly she places her feet inside her black bedroom slippers, but before she could of even take the small steps to Dynasty bed, Aunt Linda's callous hand echoed throughout the room as it came in contact with Dynasty sweat ridden skin.

Dynasty awoke kicking and screaming as Reaper's tattoo sleeve arms unraveled around her small waist. A confuse look lace his face as his sleepy eyes looked at the situation in front of him.

Vashti ran over to Dynasty aid, just as Reaper scattered from the bed in search of his tossed clothing. At this point, Linda was breathing hard like a bull ready to charge. Vashti stood in the middle of the altercation. Dynasty sat with her perky breast exposed as her eyes held fury towards her mother, who had to continue to smoke her cigarette to calm her nerve.

"Young man, you have until the count of three to get out my house or else I'll shoot a bullet in your jewels" she yelled through clenched teeth as she left the small room.

Dynasty knew her mother threat was no joke, whatever left Linda's unpredictable mouth was sure to come to past. Grabbing her red, lace panties from off the nightstand, Dynasty watched as Reaper slinky body headed towards the bedroom door.
"So you ain't gonna tell me bye, baby" her pathetic voice rang out causing Vashti to fold her arms over her chest as a snicker left her lips.

"Look, I got to go. Last night was fun and all, but a nigga needs to make some cash." His husky voice rumble from across the room causing Dynasty to feel moisture between her legs. He tosses a wrinkle hundred dollar bill at her feet, "Get you something nice, shorty." Reaper said as he headed for the front door.

Dynasty smile as she picks up the money causing Vashti to look at her out of pure disgust. She knew Dynasty was a die-hard fool when it came to niggas like him. She was all about that ride and die fantasy when the nigga would never take a stray bullet for her hypnotized behind.

Bang...Bang...Bang!!!!

The sound of a gun caused them to hit the floor. The screen door slam hard against the wooden house.
Aunt Linda stalked back into the room with her .22 pistol in her grasps. Placing her hand on her hips she began " What I tell y'all about bring them no good niggas in my joint. hmmm" Her stone cold eyes peered down at their frighten figures. Dynasty loud whimpers erupted into the silent room.
"Did ...you shoot him, mama?"

"No, but I should have. That lil punk was scared for his life. Talking about he run these streets. Nigga can't even control that thing hanging between his legs when he pees." She chuckled as she places the gun on the dresser.
"I only gonna say this one more time." Her long brown fingers pointed down at us."Until yinna black behinds start paying ya own bills and turning ya own key, then you can have whoever the hell you want in your joint tasting your cookie. But until then I'm the boss 'round here."

"You always treating us like we are Da'shon's age." Dynasty mumble under her breathes, just as Linda bank the corner. Da'shon was Dynasty sixteen-year-old brother. He was well known around the block for getting into mischief. Just two days ago, Linda caught her son smoking a joint in his room. Without a second thought, she removed the door from off the hinges and crucified Da'shon's behind like he stole something.

Shaking her head Vashti rose from off the ground, grabbing on to her bath accentual she spoke, "Maybe, you should start acting more like a grown adult. Then maybe you'll get treated like one." Vashti retorted as she heads to the bathroom leaving a dumbfounded Dynasty in her mist.

Dynasty was tried of Vashti uptight behind. She always finds some way to criticize her behavior like she was Judge Lynn Taylor. What Vashti didn't know was that she knew the Skeletons she had hidden under that fake facade.

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