Wonder Why They Call You Bitch

Wonder Why They Call You Bitch

Chapter 1

That’s the way it is

I sat and watched my mom get dressed amazed at her curvy body and how she was down right flawless. Her breast was a good 40 D cup and her ass was plump as a roast. Her stomach was flat and not a single stretch mark on them.

Being only nine years old I also questioned myself why she would dress in clothes that I seen on video vixens and Play Boy girls. I can’t forget the one night I was so curious about where she was always headed at about 10 ‘o’ clock at night and finding out the hard truth.

“Mom,” I said interrupting her routine of getting ready to go out.

She jumped and looked at me and smiled. “What you doing sneaking up on Mama like that?” She said adding perfume to herself.

“I was just wondering why you dress like this and go out late.” I said twiddling my fingers.

She looked in to my wide brown eyes sincerely and nodded. “You’re old enough I suppose.” She sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the empty space next to her. I went and plopped down next her bringing my knees to my chin.

“Well baby, your mom has to make money since your no good father has left us for I don’t know what reason,” She paused gritting her teeth in anger. “Anyway,” She slightly spread her legs, “You know what this is right?” She pointed to her vagina.

I nodded, “Yeah, you’re pee pee hole.” I said smiling lightly.

She laughed and said, “Yeah you pee out of here, but that’s not all. You know men have a pee pee stick. This,” She said pointing to her vagina again, “Is where their pee pee stick goes.”

My eyes widen but my feelings were mixed with confusion and shock.  “You see,” she continued, “This is how mama keeps a roof over our heads and food in our tummies.”

I looked away taking in what she just told me. Way to tell me about the birds and bees right?

I love you like a sister but you need to switch
And niggas wouldn’t call you bitch
I betcha

At twelve years old I came in the house late one night. It wasn’t that I was out doing what I was doing anything I wasn’t supposed to be doing. I was just sitting in the front of the apartment building watching the night life.

I had no idea my mom was in there. As I approached our door I heard glass breaking.

“You ain’t nothing but a bitch!” I heard a male’s voice thunder throughout the house.

“Yeah right! Get the fuck out my house dumb ass!” I heard my mother yell.

“Helen I won’t go nowhere until you give me what I want!”

Then I heard another glass break. “I said, GET THE FUCK OUT!”

The door yanked open and an unknown man bumped into me. He angrily glared at me and brushed passed me.

I entered the house with a confused look on my face. “Who was that and why he mug me?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said going into her room closing the door.

Later that night I over heard her in the kitchen on the phone, “Charles I can’t believe you did that shit in my house. You will never get anything from me until you become a fucking father you stupid bastard.”

I stood at the door in disbelief. My father resents me. Why? Was all I could think at the time.

Hell I just want points. Plus I’m bored. J
But this is my side story from Addicted to the Dark Side

There’s something about that story that I can’t quite tell y’all yet
But I’m not done with it.
So I’ll continue this one too while the other one on
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