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Breeze couldn’t contain her excitement as she headed towards Dior’s house. She’d wanted to call and tell her friend about her new car, but she wanted to see Dior’s face when she got the news.
She called and told Dior to meet her outside.
“He bought you this?”
“Yep.”
Dior was impressed as she admired Breeze’s brand new car.
“Does he own it? Is he leasing it?”
“I don’t know.”
Breeze hadn’t asked and she didn’t care about any of that. Her man had given her a brand new car and had asked her to move into his house with him.
“What you think Lauren gon’ say when she find out you movin’?” Dior asked.
“I don’t know and I don’t care. She can kiss my ass.”
Dior felt like her friend was making a big mistake, but she didn’t know if she should say so.
“I gotta get my stuff out before she get off of work,” Breeze went on.
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“Yeah. I ain’t got time to be fightin’ her over my shit.”
“Not that. I mean you sure you wanna move in wit’ Primo?”
Dior knew that Lauren was going to beat Breeze’s ass when she found out that she was moving in with a grown ass man.
“Hell yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s just... what if ya’ll break up? You gon’ have to come right back to Lauren’s.”
Breeze waved her friend off. She wasn’t thinking about that. She and Primo were good and she planned to keep it that way.
“I won’t be back,” she said surely.
“Okay.”
Dior had a bad feeling about this situation. She knew that it would all blow up in Breeze’s face.
“Get in,” Breeze said as she hit the automatic lock.
Dior joined her friend in the car and sank into the soft, white leather seats. Breeze turned the radio up to the max and sped down the one-way street. She couldn’t wait until the summer so that she could ride with the top down.
Breeze parked in front of her soon to be old house and killed the engine. She and Dior climbed out of the car and walked up to the front door. Breeze smiled as she realized that this would her last time coming to Lauren’s house.
She couldn’t wait to get her belongings into her new home. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to fit much into her small car but she really only wanted her jewelry, purses, a few outfits and some shoes.
Primo always gave her money so she knew that she’d be able to buy anything else that she might need. She just had a few things that had sentimental value that she didn’t want to leave behind.
“What the fuck?”
Breeze looked down at the key in her hand. It was the correct key yet it wasn’t unlocking the door. Breeze tried every key on the ring, although she knew that she’d used the right key the first time.
“You think she changed the lock?” Dior asked.
“She must have.”
Breeze put her keys into her pocket and started to laugh. What were the odds that Lauren would change the locks the day that she was going to be moving out anyway?
“What you laughin’ at?” Dior asked. She didn’t understand why Breeze was taking it so lightly. If things didn’t work out with Primo she would be screwed.
“Cuz her hatin’ ass changed the locks. What if I ain’t have nowhere to go?”
Dior opened her mouth to speak but the front door flew open before she could.
“What the fuck you doin’ at my house?” Lauren demanded.
Breeze looked at her mother like she was speaking a foreign language.
“I told you not to bring yo’ ass back. You wanna stay out all night, stay wit’ that nigga.”
“I just wanna get my stuff,” Breeze explained.
“You grown enough to be out here fuckin’, let them niggas take care of yo’ funky ass!” Lauren screamed.
“I will.”
Breeze turned to walk away and Lauren grabbed a handful of her hair.
“Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to?”
“Let my hair go, bitch!”
Breeze was tired of Lauren putting her hands on her. She knew that she could beat Lauren’s ass if she wanted to and it was starting to look like today might be Lauren’s lucky day.
“You ain’t too grown to get yo’ ass whooped,” Lauren warned her daughter.
“Let my hair go,” Breeze repeated.
Lauren released her hold on Breeze’s hair and pushed her. Breeze stumbled forward, but quickly regained her balance.
“Stop puttin’ yo’ fuckin’ hands on me!”
Dior watched in shock as Breeze got in Lauren’s face. It was like everything was moving in slow motion.
“What the fuck you gon’ do?” Lauren asked as she pushed Breeze again.
Breeze balled up her fists and started to hit Lauren over and over again. Lauren stumbled backwards into the house and Breeze was right on top of her.
Breeze rained blows on Lauren’s face for all of the years that she’d hit her for no reason. For all of the times that she’d called her a hoe or a slut. For taking a man’s side over her own daughter’s.
It was like all of the years of pent up pain and frustration had finally taken their toll. Knowing that she wouldn’t need Lauren for anything else gave Breeze the courage to do what she’d been dreaming about doing for years.
She hit Lauren until her face was bloody and swollen.
“Breeze, stop,” Dior yelled as she grabbed her friend’s arm.
“Get off of me!”
Breeze pulled away from Dior and stood looking down at her mother. Breeze’s chest was heaving up and down. She was waiting for Lauren to get up and put up a fight, but she didn’t.
Lauren pulled herself up from the floor and told Breeze to get out of her house and that she never wanted to see her black ass again.
Breeze stormed up the stairs. She was going to get her things and Lauren was going to let her. Once she got her belongings she’d never have to see Lauren again.
Dior stood at the front door as Lauren went into the kitchen. She assumed that Lauren was going to get some ice for her face. To Dior’s dismay Lauren returned with a knife in her hand.
Dior’s stomach dropped as she watched Lauren make her way up the stairs. Was she really going to stab her own daughter? Could she?
Dior followed Lauren up the stairs and down to Breeze’s bedroom.
“You think you gon’ come in my house and put yo’ hands on me?”
Breeze ignored her mother and continued to pack her bag. She wanted to get out of Lauren’s house as soon as possible. After the way that she’d beat her ass she knew that Lauren wasn’t going to hit her again.
Lauren was pissed as Breeze continued to pack like she hadn’t heard her talking to her. She lifted the knife into the air and charged toward her oldest daughter’s back.
“Breeze!”
Breeze turned around and her eyes grew wide as she saw the six inch knife her mother was holding. This bitch really had lost her mind.
Breeze couldn’t move. She was in shock. She put her hands up to protect her face. Dior pushed Lauren and they both fell onto the bed.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
Lauren threw her elbow backwards, hitting Dior in the chin. Dior pulled herself up from the bed and moved away from Lauren.
“Get the fuck outta my house!” Lauren screamed. She lifted the knife in the air again and Dior grabbed a handful of her hair.
Breeze grabbed Lauren’s wrist and wrestled the knife away from her.
“Look what yo’ dumb ass did,” Lauren said as she looked down at her bleeding hand.
“You did that. I don’t know why you hate me but I hate yo’ ass too,” Breeze said before she walked out of the bedroom.
She threw the knife down on the living room floor before she left the house.
“Take all of yo’ shit!”
Breeze and Dior looked up towards the second floor of the house. Lauren was throwing Breeze’s clothes, shoes and jewelry from the bedroom window.
“See the shit I gotta deal wit’?” Breeze asked. “All she had to do was let me take the shit while I was in there.”
Dior was nervous as Breeze started to gather her things from the snow. She half expected Lauren to throw something heavy like a TV or to come flying out of the front door with a knife in hand.
Breeze was laughing and mumbling to herself as she stuffed her things into her car. She had never seen her mother act this crazy before. Primo was a lifesaver. He was rescuing her from this wicked witch as if Breeze were a princess.
“Ghetto ass fairytale,” Breeze said to herself as she picked her iPod up from the ground. She threw it back down when she realized that the screen was cracked.
Dior was relieved when Breeze told her to get into the car. She had seen Breeze and Lauren argue and fight plenty of times before, but never like this.
Woop, Woop!
Breeze heard the sirens and saw the red and blue flashing lights, but it never crossed her mind that the police was coming for her. She and Dior climbed into the Infiniti and closed the doors.
Tap, tap.
Breeze opened her door to find out why the tall, muscular police officer was knocking on her window.
“Step out of the vehicle. Slowly!”
Dior was so busy watching Breeze be pulled out of the car that she hadn’t realized that there was also a police officer on her side of the car until he opened the door.
“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em and get out of the car.”
Dior put her hands up near her face and climbed out of the car.
“What’s goin’ on?” she asked.
The police officer ignored Dior’s question as he shoved he onto the hood of the car.
“What the hell you doin’? Ahhh!”
Dior was on the verge of tears as her arms were forced behind her back.
“You’re under arrest for as battery. You have the right to remain silent...”