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“Where the fuck you been all night?” Lauren demanded as soon as Breeze walked into the house.
“Ma, I gotta get ready for school,” Breeze whined as she tried to walk past her mother and into her bedroom.
“Who the hell you was wit’ all night?” Lauren demanded, blocking her daughter’s path.
Breeze didn’t dare tell her mother that she was with a grown man all night, so she tried to push past her again.
“Ma I was just—”
Lauren slapped Breeze so hard that she felt like her mother had left her handprint on her cheek. Breeze placed her hand against her cheek and her eyes filled with tears.
“You think you grown?” Lauren asked.
“Move!”
Breeze shoved Lauren and started to run up the stairs. Lauren grabbed Breeze’s ankle causing her to fall onto her knees.
“Get off of me.”
Breeze was holding onto the bannister trying to pull herself back up on the stairs.
“I should kill you, you lil’ hoe,” Lauren screamed as she kicked her daughter in the back.
“What the fuck is wrong wit’ you?” Breeze demanded. “What did I do to you?”
“You think you can put yo’ hands on me?” Lauren asked, completely ignoring Breeze’s questions and the tears streaming down her face.
Breeze quickly got onto her feet and backed away from her mother. She looked like she was going to attack like a wild animal.
“You ever put yo’ hands on me again I’ll kill you,” Lauren said as she stepped closer to Breeze.
“Not if I kill you first.”
Lauren looked at her daughter like she had lost her mind, but the look in Breeze’s eyes let her know that Breeze was tired of her bullshit. Breeze was Fed up with Lauren thinking that she could hit her and treat her any kinda way. She wasn’t Lauren’s punching bag.
“Get the hell outta my face. And you better not come yo’ fast ass in here pregnant, cuz I know you don’t think Imma support you and no baby when you can’t even keep Nya!”
Breeze wanted to remind her mother that she’d been keeping Nya for six years, but she didn’t. She turned her back to Laure and went up to her room. She sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheek was dark red where Lauren had hit her.
Breeze quickly changed her clothes and went back out to Primo’s car.
“What happened to yo’ face?” he inquired.
“Nothin’.”
Primo didn’t press the issue, but he was sure that Breeze’s face hadn’t been bruised before she’d gone into the house. He wondered if she’d gotten in trouble for staying out all night and he felt a little guilty.
Her entire mood had changed since Breeze had come out of her house and he wondered exactly what had happened in there.