Meanwhile In Atlanta

"Don't unplug the microwave I'm trying to make oatmeal for the girls" he said with a hint of demand in his voice. Me picking up that hint I went back upstairs and did everything else to prepare myself for church. I picked out a subtle black dress, strapped on the only pair of black "church like" heels I had and was ready to complete my look.

I went back downstairs and the oatmeal was still in the microwave, clumped together cold as ever like it had been sitting in there since before I chose to stall so I unplugged the microwave and gave my hair a quick touch up. Just as I was finishing Raheem came charging downstairs jerking my flat iron out my hand and off of the extension cord. "I said I was using the fuckin microwave! What, you didn't hear me?" He spat as he stormed out of the back door tossing my flat iron over the gate into the abandoned backyard next door.

"Are you fuckin serious Rah? You just gonna throw my shit? That old ass oatmeal been sitting there, you wasn't even thinkin about it!" I screamed as he chucked it over the gate. I usually excluded the swears but I'd had it with him! I was so heated I ran into the family room when he disappeared grabbed that PS3 power cord and it joined my flat iron. Before I was even refocused he came full force at me like my skinny 16 year old self was a grown man "Bitch I'll fuck you up!" he barked as he pushed me to the floor. I was so shocked I didn't know what my hands were reaching for. Before he struck again I slipped out of my heels and began hitting him wherever I could get one in. I hated him....

We didn't have any electricity because my mom was the only one working to pay all the bills in this big ass house, all he did was got his ass handed to him in 2K11. He was bogus. I wanted him to feel how bogus he was. My mom pulled an overnight shift from Saturday night until Sunday evening and he made sure the time she spent at work was a living hell for me at home, which is why I started going to church. I'd leave midday and by the time I get home I'd be too lifted to give Satan any of my time and attention! After that it wouldn't be long after that until my mom came home.

However, today he pressed the wrong button! I had so much anger and hurt pinned up, I felt it all release from the pit of my stomach into the tip of the heel that was now knocking on his head.

"You're not a fuckin man" I cried out as he straddled me and wrapped the power cord, that was our main source, around my neck. The front door slammed and all I hear is a frantic "Get off of her!" from my mom. Relieved that she came when she did, I was equally shocked when she muscled him off of me and snatched me violently from floor and pinned me against the back door. "What did you do?" She screamed to me while carelessly yanking the cord from my neck allowing the plug to pop me in the head. The look in her eye was one I never EVER seen from HER before. If looks could killed I'd be dead in my mother's grasp right now. "I can't even work without you doin some dumb shit!" She said on the brink of tears from her frustrations.

"Ma he mess with me every weeken---" before I could get my sentence out she had punched me right in the chest. "I don't care what he did he's the adult you respect him" she said sending another blow my way. At this point I knew it was no amount of explaining I could do to get me out of this fight she wanted. Raheem just stood there still catching his breath, watching as his wife defended him. I hated them...

"Ma please..." I begged for my mother to hear me but instead she stood beside her husband and yelled to me about respecting him again. Tuning her out I eyed the distance between me and Raheem's wife because I wasn't sticking around to hear that nonsense. I grabbed my shoes and her husband suddenly got his voice back "You better not hit her with those" he said poking his chest out by his wife's side. I shot him the nastiest glare I could muster up, this time if looks could kill... I would've shot his tail.

"You hitting people with heels? You grown now huh? Big and bad!" She said charging towards me again but before she could reach me this time, with all my might I pushed my mo---- HER right into her husband to give myself enough time to sprint out of the back door. They tried to chase after me but I ran so fast while barefoot on the summer Atlanta concrete, shoes in hand, all the way to church.....