“Mom let go of me!” u scream. She had a death grip on your wrist and wasn’t about to let go.
“Do u ever listen to me? No, you’re always out with those hoods, being a little whore to them.” Your mom yells in your face.
“Mom, I’m not-” u start.
“Oh don’t u lie to me.” And she slaps u across the face.
“Mom, stop,” u cry.
“You’re going to end up to be nothing. Nothing. Just a teef on the straat with a baby.” She says, giving u a kick to the side.
“Mom, don’t hurt him!” u scream. She could hurt u all she wanted, but she wasn’t going to...
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