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*excuse the mistakes yu might see*



"M-mom he's crazy, I-I can't be around him a-anymore-" I hiccuped at the same time sobbing on the phone with my mom in the car outside of a liquor store.

"Slow down baby, what happened? Is this about Kevin?" Mom interrupted.

"Y-yes mom, he literally gone bizarre on me a-and fucking bruised my face and legs." I sobbed, not even caring at the fact that I just cussed on the phone.

"Excuse me? where's Kevin ass now?" Mom asked, sounding pissed.

"H-he's at his house and I got Sarai with me in the car outside of some store." I massaged my forehead, while looking at myself on my snapchat camera at the bruises Kevin did.

"H-he fucked up my face, mom." I sobbed, now putting my head up against the steering wheel.

The pain I was feeling was unbearable that I couldn't even speak without stuttering.

"Is there a way you can add that icejjfish lookin boy to the call?" Mom asked getting even more pissed.

"I-I don't feel like talking to him.." I weakly said.

"Oh baby, you're not gonna even have to talk. Your Dad and I will be doing the talking."

I don't respond but sniffles.

Mom suddenly added Dad to the call.

"The hell y'all want?"

"Uh James, that bastard of child laid his filthy hands on our daughter."

"Excuse me? You talking about Kevin?"

"Who else, James?"

"Kevin ain't that dumb to do that, you guys must be talking about another dude because I definitely wouldn't hesitate to strangle the fuck out of that kid about fucking with mines." Dad said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Kevin fucking perez, James. That's who we're talking about."

"He put his hands on you, Suyari?" Dad asked.

I don't respond as silence filled the call.

"Uh hello? I hope I ain't talking to no damn brick wall."

"Y-yes Dad but-"

"Add that little muthafucka' to the call, now." Dad said all pissed, cutting me off.

"Dad plea-"

"Now, Suyari." He said, making me sigh in defeat before trying to add Kevin into the call.

No answer.

I called for the third time and it still goes straight to voicemail.

"It's going straight to voicemail, I-I think he blocked me." I sniffled, putting my glasses on.

"Oh he did? Bet, i'll add him." Dad whose name is James wasted no time adding Kevin to the call and Kevin surprisingly answered.

"Hello?" Kevin furrowed his eyebrows at the 2 other phone numbers, realizing it's a group call.

"Hey Kevin, would you mind explaining what might've happened between you and Suyari?"

"Man, to be totally honest, Ion even wanna talk about da shit." Kevin said, sounding frustrated.

"No no, we don't bite. Let's talk about it, mister woman beater." Mom said.

"Oh, she ain't tell yu her side of the story? Yea ight." Kevin chuckled.

"She actually didn't tell me the story at all. All I've been told was YOU mister young man putting your hands on our daughter."

"Shi, let her tell yu the story why a nigga put dey hands on ha." Kevin said, smartly.

"Respect your elders, kid." Dad said, not liking the tone of Kevin's voice.

"Suyari baby, can you tell us what happened?" Mom asked whose name is Ivory.

I couldn't find myself speaking as I stayed quiet to myself.

"She gon' talk?" Kevin asked.

"Well why don't you tell us the story?" James asked.

"Nah i'm straight cuz if I do, she gon' interrupt me and try to argue with a nigga. Ion got time fa det shi."

"Language."

"Suyari? Do you wanna tell us the story?" James asked.

My sniffles were only audible.

I wanted to speak so bad but I didn't know where to start.

"Fuck it, imma tell da story. So basically a nigga goes out and buy dis girl flowers and all dis expensive shit for her and our baby AND y'all so called 'angelic' ass child decides to let a nigga kno where I lay my head at and had the nerve to fuck him in one of ma guest bedrooms. Literally disrespectin the fuck outta me as I found they naked asses sleep underneath the damn covers..."

"...and I wasted no time beatin dat nigga up out of his sleep naked and all. After I was done puttin da works on dude, yo daughter comes up all in my face yellin and pushin me and to be honest, I wasn't finna put my hands on shorty but once she smacked the fire outta me, all I remember was puttin da works on shorty ass too-"

"Let's not forget you drowned me." I cut him off.

Oh wow, I didn't stutter surprisingly.

"Oh yeah and that too, you can speak na?" He asked chuckling.

"Oh please, i'm pretty sure that slap wasn't shit. I bet it felt like a bee sting, so you can bye with on that." Mom scoffed.

"Yea ight."

"Kevin, that's no fucking excuse for almost trying to kill our daughter. It's pretty fucked up that you would do a such thing like this to your child's mother-"

"Man, the amount of times yo daughter done laid her hands on me is insane. Ian tryna hear det shit." Kevin interrupted Dad.

"She probably had hit on you but i'm pretty sure she wasn't trying to kill you though." Dad said.

"So y'all gon' ignore da fact that shorty disrespected the fuck outta ma home?" Kevin questioned.

"Oh Kevin please, you disrespect me almost all the time." I spoke up reaching behind me in the car, putting the pacifier in my baby's mouth who was getting ready to cry.

"Man shut yo bitch ass up, bruh."

"HEY, DON'T YOU EVER CALL MY DAUGHTER OUT HER NAME YOU FUCKTARD!" Mom yelled.

"Kevin, very disrespectful of you." Dad scoffed.

"Man, y'all don't be seein what y'all daughter be doin. She tryna play all innocent and act like she wasn't the culprit of this whole situation. Fuck outta hea." Kevin said.

"Listen young man..."

Everybody was literally going back and forth on the phone and just hearing Kevin and my parents arguing with each other made my heart sting.

All I could really do is cry.

"Man fuck det, i'm out dis bitch." Kevin left the call since he was tired getting cut off my parents.

"Disrespectful ass cunt." Mom muttered to herself.

Kevin suddenly called me and my eyebrows furrowed on why he would call me.

I don't say anything to Mom and Dad but left the call and answered Kevin's since I was curious on what he had to say.

"Hello?"

"Uh yeah, yo parents sum else. Ion got time fa niggas to be cuttin me off every time I talk." He said.

"Why are you calling me?"

"Because I rather talk to you one on one instead of 2 people gangin up on me, dat shit dead." He said.

"Oh."

"Yu wanna talk first?" He asked.

I got quiet before responding to him.

"I-I just wanna say..that I was wrong on my part for bringing someone in YOUR house without letting you know anything. Um...and i-i'm sincerely sorry for that." I said, feeling myself about to break down.

Silence began fill the phone before he cleared his throat.

"Well..i'm sorry for putting ma hands on you like that and I should've reacted different other than putting ma hands on you but shit Yari...Ion even think you see I really care for you fareal. Ever since that day I surprised you on yo birthday at school, a nigga changed after that. I was tryna better myself for you ma..but how imma do dat if you ain't taking a nigga seriously?" He said.

My bottom lip trembled as he continued talking.

"This relationship we had goin on? It permanently gotta stop before shit gets worse and one of us might end up killin each otha." He chuckled.

"Yu wanna co-parent, right? Imma giv you what chu want." He said.

"Aight?"

"K." I muttered softly which came out low but loud enough for him to hear me.

"...I'm sorry again, Yari. I really didn't enjoy putting my hands on you and it's my fault fa letting my anger get the best of me."

"I'm sorry too." I said back.

"Akilah good?"

"Uh yeah, she's sleep right now."

"Well..i'm finna get off dis phone. Giv her a kiss for me, aight?"

"Ok."

"Ight, talk to you lata."

The dude phone hung up, leaving me in silent.

No more..Kevin.


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"He fucked me up, i'm not een gon' lie. I'm definitely sendin sumbody his way." Von grunted rubbing his penis.

"Let's leave the situation alone-"

"Aw hell naw, you trippin. Yu gon' tell me to leave it alone when dis nigga done fucked up ma dick?" Von asked, cutting me off.

"I see where you're coming from but for right now, you need to heal."

"Man yu literally told me that was yo cousin's house, yo ass set a nigga up."

"How? I got beat on too." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yea yu right, lemme see yo leg real quick."



"Yeah, he fucked you up too." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Shut up."

"Mmcht, lemme see yo phone real quick."

I hand him my phone and he tries opening up my phone.

"What's yo passcode?" He asked, seeing my 4-digit passcode.

"It's the year I was born."

"What year yu was born?"

"2005." I answered him, not paying attention to what I told him.

"Huh?"

"I said 2005-"

"Wait, yu tellin me that's the year yu was born?" He asked.

"Yes, Von."

"So, nigga you telling me you 17?"

My heart literally dropped, realizing I told him the year I was born.

"Wait- no, I meant-"

"You can't lie and say this ain't yo passcode since yo ass just told me the year you were born and that year you gave me actually opened up yo phone, now what?" Von squinted his eyes at me.

"Von-"

"You lied to a nigga?" He asked, bringing fear into me as he laid my phone down on my bed slowly.

"No Von-"

"Yu said you was 23."

"I-I am, I swea-"

"I notice yo ass been lyin to a nigga lately. Yu lied to me about that nigga's house being yo cousin's house, yu now lied to me about yo fuckin age, and now yo ass still continue to try to lie in a nigga's face and I'm really finna slap the dog shit outta you, bro." Von gritted his teeth in anger.

"Von, t-that year is the year my cousin was b-" Von suddenly cuts me off my socking me dead in the face, making my head hit the bed headboard hard.

"A-AHHH!" I yelled, now trying to get off the bed away from him but completely fails as he yanks my hair harshly towards him, now pounding my face in with his fist repeatedly.

"O-owww vonnn!" I sobbed, looking like a mess while desperately trying to get him to stop by holding his arm but only for him to throw me off the bed.

"Whole time I was fuckin a child?! Ma nigga, you got me fucked up dawg!" He yelled loudly but not loud enough for my parents to hear, sadly.

Blood dripped from my mouth, now onto the floor as he continued beating my face against the floor extremely hard.

His aggressive grunts and my screams were heard in the room.

My screams suddenly then got hoarse as tears leaked from my swollen eyes.

I eventually stopped screaming as he gave my face a few good licks, which made my head jerk hitting the floor from his hard punches.

He finally stopped and his heavy breathing was heard as he flipped me over on my back by his foot, looking up at him weakly from my low swollen bruised eyes.

"I ain't definitely catchin a case, you got me fucked up Yari." He said looking deep in my weak tired eyes.

He finally left up out of my room through the window as I still laid there on the floor crying weakly in thought.


'What have you got yourself into, Suyari?'


Suyari?

Kevin?

Von?

Parents?

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