Why was she treating me like this when I always did what she told me? I made one mistake, and she was already ready to be done with me. And she called me out of my name. I could never and would never forgive her. I pulled my phone out and quickly dialed Jemar. Of course, he didn’t answer. I didn’t have anyone else to call at the moment. My cousin, Keisha, lived too far, and I didn’t feel like explaining to her what was going on. Chianne didn’t drive, and I couldn’t even afford an Uber because I would definitely need an SUV. And where would I go? Jemar talked all that shit earlier, he needed to back it up now. I needed him. We needed him. I decided to keep calling until he answered.
“What’s up?” Jemar said when he finally answered.
“I need you to come to get me, it’s important. Like, ASAP.” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s time for you to step up and take care of your child and me,” I said, lowly into the phone.
“I’m on my way.” He said. I just ended the call.
“What’s all this stuff doing in here?” Wayne asked with Asia on in his arms. Ariana was next to him. He looked at my mother than at me, I tried to wipe my tears off my face.
“Grandma!” Ariana said. My mother didn’t say anything but just looked at her.
“What’s going on?” Wayne asked. It was silent. “Ari, take your sister upstairs to Auntie’s room and don’t come down until I call for you.”
“Okay, daddy,” Ariana said as she waited for Wayne to let Asia down, then they walked upstairs.
“Is anybody going to talk? Who stuff is this?” Wayne said once they girls were upstairs.
“Ask her.” My mother said. Wayne looked at me, waiting for me to talk.
“It’s mine. I’m pregnant, and ma is kicking me out over one mistake!” I shared.
“You’re pregnant?” Wayne repeated. I nodded. I know he was disappointed since I was his little sister.
“By who?”
“My boyfriend,” I said.
“What, boyfriend? I didn’t even know you were dating.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, I got time.”
“Not now, Wayne. I don’t have time, your mother wants me out in ten minutes.”
“Six.” She smirked.
“Really, ma?” Wayne asked.
“Wayne, stay out of this.”
“How can I? That’s my sister. You’re her mother.”
“She’s not my fucking daughter. She’s a stupid bitch who’s ruining her life. She wants to act like she’s grown, well let her be just that and fall right on her face. I’ll give her about a week until she realizes she’s making a mistake. The only way she’s coming back is if she aborts that bastard.”
“Ma!” Wayne yelled. Even he was shocked at how my mother was speaking and behaving.
“It’s cool, Wayne. I’ll be okay, I’ll make sure that we are okay.”
“You have five minutes, and it’s going to take longer to move all this shit out, so you better get your brother to help you. Whatever is left is on my property will go in the trash. Leave your fucking key.” She stated as she got up from the table.
“I hate you! And you can act like you don’t care, but one day you will, when you see I’m living without you. You’ll realize that any hate I have towards you is your fault.” I said. She went up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. I gathered up some things and started taking them outside. Hopefully, Jemar will be here soon.
“I’ll help you,” Wayne said.
We probably had about thirty seconds to spare, so I quickly grabbed the rest of my things and left out. I didn’t have the energy to see what my mother would do if I was still in the house. Jemar had pulled up and quickly started helping Wayne put my stuff in his car. I can tell Wayne was a little upset that he was meeting Jemar like this for the first time. After they finished putting my things in the car, Wayne pulled him to the side and talked to him. Then he walked up to me.
“Call me when you get in. I love you, and mama loves you too. Just give her some time. Call me if you need anything.” He said as he hugged me.
“Love you too. And I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re still my little sister, and I’ll always be proud of you. Prove mama, and whoever is against you having this baby, wrong. Don’t let it be your motivation, but a reminder that you’re stronger than you think.” He said.
“I will,” I said and meant.
5. Bre
“You okay?” Jemar asked as he crept into the bedroom. It had been about two weeks since my mother kicked me out. To my surprise, Jemar actually stepped up and was looking out for our child and me. Trying to adjust to living with him was not easy since he kept his place open like a Holiday Inn. His friends were always over, spending the night, and eating up everything. It was rare when I had the house to myself because even when Jemar wasn’t home, his friends still stayed around. I always kept myself in the room, even when Jemar was home. I only socialize when Ricardo was around, and that was becoming less lately. I never really understood why he hung out with Jemar and the other guys because he was so different from them.
“Yeah,” I said with the covers still over my head.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Look, I know shit is crazy with your mom. You know, I know how sensitive and hurtful that shit is. You know my situation with my mother.”
“Yeah, I do. I feel numb, but at the same time, I feel everything. I just never expected for shit to go down like it did. She really hurt me, and I
