“Now stop playing and come see me. Trust, I’ma make it worth your while.” Licking his lips then facing the camera on his print, the tip of his penis was peeking from the top of his underwear. Just the sight of it got me horny. “I know you wanna feel all this big dick?—”
“Tatiana, what in the hell you been up in here doin’ since you been home all damn day! You didn’t do shit I asked you to do!” my mom ranted, barging into my bedroom like a madwoman.
Not wanting her to see Reggie on my laptop screen, I slammed my MacBook Pro shut quick as hell causing it to disconnect the video call then jumped up from my bed.
“Ma, why you just barge in my room like that!” I shouted, highly upset and embarrassed. I prayed that Reggie didn’t see nor hear my mom’s loud ass mouth. “I’m about to be twenty, and you comin’ at me like I’m still a kid! I can’t have no type of privacy in this house!”
“Watch your tone, Tati! Who you think you talkin’ to?” my mom snapped back, stepping into my room then looking around. “Privacy my ass! Just because you about to be twenty don’t mean you can be disrespectful to me. I’m still your mom, and it doesn’t matter how old you are, you need to check your tone when talking to me, especially up in my motherfucking house! Why don’t you have on any clothes? What you been up in here doin’, Tatiana Nelson?” my mom nagged, causing me to catch an instant attitude with her. “Let me find out you got some boy up in here?—”
“MA! Come on! I swear you do the most sometimes. I have on a t-shirt, and I was working on my resume,” I lied. “You bustin’ in my room accusing me of some real foul stuff.”
I made sure to not get up so she couldn’t see I didn’t have on any panties.
“I can bust into any room up in this house, understand and always know that. It didn’t look like you were working on a resume to me! The way you slammed that damn computer you nearly broke it and that shit ain’t cheap. It sounded like you were on the phone with some boy?—”
“Ma, really? I don’t know not one nineteen-year-old that gets treated like I do. I’m not a child anymore. I wish you would stop treating me like I’m a teenager.”
“Girl, child or not, you still live at home, for one. And for the record, you not grown until you turn twenty-one ‘cause that’swhen you’ll be of legal age to do whatever the fuck you want to do without parental consent.”
“Are you done? I’m not even doing anything, and you jumpin’ all down my throat. I swear I can’t win for losing in this house!”
“That’s a shame,” my mom rebutted while shaking her head with a nasty scowl on her face. “I don’t know why you can’t stay focused. You’re so boy crazy being on Facebook and Instagram all the damn time. You can’t even stay on top of what you need to do. That’s not a good look, Tati. Get that shit together especially if you want us to let you have your own place! You’re showing me you’re not ready or responsible for all of that. We not about to get you a condo for you to fuck it up and become a liability for us.”
“What are you talking about! You sayin’ all of that because I didn’t dump the trash and do the dishes when I was about to go do it? My goodness! Wow! How is that showing you I’m not responsible?” I responded, fuming.
The truth was I had totally forgotten about the dishes and trash. I was so wrapped up in talking to Reggie that I wasn’t thinking of anything other than me and him.
“You got your priorities messed up. Every day I give you something to do with the expectation that it will be done before I get home, and you never do it unless you want something! I shouldn’t have to come home from work and have to do your chores, too, Tatiana. We all grown in this house. There’s no reason why you can’t carry your weight around here. I need the kitchen cleaned so I can cook dinner before I get home, period. This is the reason why I don’t like you leaving dishes in the sink overnight. Moving forward, the dishes and trash need to be handled before you go to bed, and I’m not playing with you either. It frightens me to think how nasty your place will be once you move out on your own,” she jabbed.
I wanted to say some slick shit back, but I wished that she finished her rant so that I could call Reggie back. As I stood there listening to her go on and on about all the things I did and didn’t do that pissed her off and proved that I shouldn’t get my own place, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“As much as you talk about how I don’t need my own place, you should be trying to push me out instead.”
“Oh, trust and believe, sweetie, I can’t wait ‘til you’re able to be out on your own. I just don’t want you to jump into something if you’re not ready ‘cause your daddy and I will be the ones you’ll have to run back to.”
“Unbelievable. Maybe the reason you don’t want me to move is to keep me here to do chores, so you won’t have to clean. You just have to come in the house snapping about something every single day. Today it’s the trash and dishes! Tomorrow it’ll be something else! I’ll go take care of it now!” I huffed as I snatched my sweats off the floor, put them on them got off my bed, excusing myself as I tried to walk past my mom who was standing in my doorway.
“I don’t know who you think you talkin’ to, but you gon’ make me hurt you!” My mom shouted, following me into the kitchen.
“Tah! Hurt me as in you put your hands on me?” I knew I was being rude, but my mom was the one that was being disrespectful and doing the most.
She had yet to acknowledge how she had just busted into my bedroom without even knocking first. Like, that was super disrespectful, and had I done that to her, my goodness, D Day would have repeated. I wasn’t a kid anymore, and it drove me crazy that she still treated me like one. I could have been masturbating, on my OnlyFans account taking pictures or videoing a paying fan, or just chilling and not wanting to be bothered, but she didn’t give not one damn about that. Shebarged through my room like I had done something seriously wrong.
Slap!
I immediately grabbed the side of my face in hopes of calming the stinging sensation as I braced myself against the hallway wall to keep from falling from my mom slapping me. I couldn’t do anything but bite my tongue and hold my breath. I couldn’t believe she had just put her hands on me. I wanted to beat her ass, but I knew I was getting foxy at the mouth because she had me hot. She made me look like a fool in front of Reggie, and now I had to come up with some excuse to him about what happened. Then she picked a fight, and now she had put her hands on me. She was so out of pocket. If it was one person in this world I couldn’t stand, I promise, it was her.
The only reason why I snapped on my mom was because I didn’t want to hear none of what she was saying. I was hoping to frustrate her enough to get her to shut up. It didn’t help that she had caught me off guard and caused me to react defensively. The saddest part about it was that was typical behavior between she and I. I loved my mom, but I couldn’t stand her at the same time. We were too much alike to be able to get along with one another. It was to the point where I borderline hated her, and I was positive the feeling was mutual. I knew it was wrong for me to say that, but it was the truth.
“I can’t believe you just hit me!” I cried, holding the side of my face.
“And I can’t believe you keep talking to me like I’m one of your internet trolls!” my mom roared. As bad as I wanted to say something else, I refrained. In that moment, I wished even more that I could move out right then and there. “I’m ‘bout tired of you talking to me like we homies, Tati! Don’t forget you haven’t moved out of MY house just yet, so check yourself before you be havin’ to work to pay your own rent instead of me and your dadhelping you. If you think you gon’ be walkin’ around talkin’ to me like you crazy and lookin’ at me like you wanna fight, I’ma get crazy right back with ya ass. Don’t let this Dior suit and college degree fool you! I will beat your ass worse than one of those World Star fights you be watchin’ on YouTube; try me if you want to. If you get froggy, just know I’ma leap!”
My mom was seriously doing the entire most, and all of this because I didn’t dump the trash and do the dishes. If that wasn’t a damn shame, I didn’t know what was. That was what I didn’t like about me and my mom’s relationship or lack thereof. This was the exact reason why I couldn’t control my mouth when it came to her. She always thought I was trying to disrespect her when all I was doing was standing up for myself. She had a way of making me feel like I had to defend my place all the time in every situation, and just like her, I had a slick ass mouth. The only difference was to her, it was cool to say mean shit to me, but if I said anything back, I was instantly in the wrong. What a double standard!
Standing there counting the seconds hoping that my mom would just let it go, I shut my mouth and silently agreed with her so that she would shut up. Once she finally ran out of energy and left me alone to finish cleaning the kitchen, I headed to my room to throw on some shoes so that I could take the trash out to the alley. I finished up so that I could take a shower then message Reggie back. I hoped he didn’t think I was acting funny by hanging up on him like that.
CHAPTER 2
