Crazy In Love With A Thug: Bari and Seven Read Online Free PDF
Author: LaDonna Robinson
had been crying for a long time.
"I'm fine, Big Mama. Um, Big Mama, Paw-Paw, I made a decision last night. I want to stay with Trish."
Chapter 10
"I can't believe your daddy only left me twenty thousand dollars," Trish whined as we sat on the living room couch.
It had been six months since my daddy's death, and Trish and I had been at his attorney's office viewing the video of his will. We moved out of the big house and into a two bedroom apartment to 'save money', as Trish put it. I had switched schools and was now going to a public school in South Central L.A. I hated it. I wanted to go back to the private school my daddy had intended for me to graduate from. Needless to say, Big Mama and Paw-Paw were furious about these drastic changes in my life. Many times they asked me to please reconsider my decision to stay with Trish and move in with them. I couldn't tell them that to leave Trish would mean being forced back into my mother's home. That wasn't happening in this lifetime or any other.
"Trish, that's still a lot of money."
"I'm his wife," she snapped. "I should have gotten much more. You're only sixteen. What do you need with all that money?"
"You're only twenty. What do you need with it?"
I was shocked that the majority of Daddy's estate had been bequeathed to me. The big house, among other properties and businesses that I had no idea he even owned, and nine hundred eighty thousand dollars. I would get monthly payments until my twenty first birthday and then I would get a lump sum. There was a knock at the door.
"Go to your room, Bari."
"I'm sixteen years old. You don't send me to my room like I'm a kid or something."
"Fine then, maybe I’ll send you back to Boudine."
I looked at her in astonishment. Why would she even let that come out of her mouth, even in fun?
"That's not funny, Trish."
"It wasn't supposed to be. Check this out, Bari, if you're going to live with me you're going to do what I tell you to do, and you're not going to be mooching off me, trying to catch a free ride. You're gonna pay for this shit. I could have easily let the courts take you back to Boudine. If that's how you want to do it, just say the word. You might have gotten away with that spoiled brat shit with your Daddy, but I ain't your Daddy. You got all that mutha fuckin' money, and you ain't did shit to earn it."
The knock at the door was persistent.
"And I guess you were out slaving in the fields while the rest of us slept? You didn't do a damn thing to merit my daddy's money or his love. You're just mad ‘cause I had both."
I should have seen her hand cutting through the air towards my face, but I was too angry, too angry to feel the sting as her hand made contact with my face. I just stood there staring at her, tears welling up in my eyes. This bitch was outta control.
"Now, take your black ass to your room, and I ain't playing," she ordered as she went to open the door.
I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. She ruined my whole damn life. I couldn't stand her ass. It seemed like all my life consisted of now was trips to the hair and nail salon, trips to a giant shopping center called a swap meet and frequent visits from her friends. All they seemed to do is drink and smoke and see who could talk the loudest. I didn't care about hair, nails and clothes. It wasn't important to me, but I had to do it. Trish said that I'd get clowned at school if I wasn't dressed to impress. She picked out my clothes, my shoes, my underwear, my nail colors, hair styles, everything. I didn't even care enough to argue.
It sounded like Trish was having a party in the small living room. I heard male and female voices and music; loud music. It seemed they had been there for hours when I finally dozed off to sleep. I was immediately jolted awake by my door being slammed open and bouncing off the thin wall.
"Get up and come meet my friends," Trish said, her words slurring badly.
"I don't want to, Trish. I'm trying to
"I'm fine, Big Mama. Um, Big Mama, Paw-Paw, I made a decision last night. I want to stay with Trish."
Chapter 10
"I can't believe your daddy only left me twenty thousand dollars," Trish whined as we sat on the living room couch.
It had been six months since my daddy's death, and Trish and I had been at his attorney's office viewing the video of his will. We moved out of the big house and into a two bedroom apartment to 'save money', as Trish put it. I had switched schools and was now going to a public school in South Central L.A. I hated it. I wanted to go back to the private school my daddy had intended for me to graduate from. Needless to say, Big Mama and Paw-Paw were furious about these drastic changes in my life. Many times they asked me to please reconsider my decision to stay with Trish and move in with them. I couldn't tell them that to leave Trish would mean being forced back into my mother's home. That wasn't happening in this lifetime or any other.
"Trish, that's still a lot of money."
"I'm his wife," she snapped. "I should have gotten much more. You're only sixteen. What do you need with all that money?"
"You're only twenty. What do you need with it?"
I was shocked that the majority of Daddy's estate had been bequeathed to me. The big house, among other properties and businesses that I had no idea he even owned, and nine hundred eighty thousand dollars. I would get monthly payments until my twenty first birthday and then I would get a lump sum. There was a knock at the door.
"Go to your room, Bari."
"I'm sixteen years old. You don't send me to my room like I'm a kid or something."
"Fine then, maybe I’ll send you back to Boudine."
I looked at her in astonishment. Why would she even let that come out of her mouth, even in fun?
"That's not funny, Trish."
"It wasn't supposed to be. Check this out, Bari, if you're going to live with me you're going to do what I tell you to do, and you're not going to be mooching off me, trying to catch a free ride. You're gonna pay for this shit. I could have easily let the courts take you back to Boudine. If that's how you want to do it, just say the word. You might have gotten away with that spoiled brat shit with your Daddy, but I ain't your Daddy. You got all that mutha fuckin' money, and you ain't did shit to earn it."
The knock at the door was persistent.
"And I guess you were out slaving in the fields while the rest of us slept? You didn't do a damn thing to merit my daddy's money or his love. You're just mad ‘cause I had both."
I should have seen her hand cutting through the air towards my face, but I was too angry, too angry to feel the sting as her hand made contact with my face. I just stood there staring at her, tears welling up in my eyes. This bitch was outta control.
"Now, take your black ass to your room, and I ain't playing," she ordered as she went to open the door.
I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. She ruined my whole damn life. I couldn't stand her ass. It seemed like all my life consisted of now was trips to the hair and nail salon, trips to a giant shopping center called a swap meet and frequent visits from her friends. All they seemed to do is drink and smoke and see who could talk the loudest. I didn't care about hair, nails and clothes. It wasn't important to me, but I had to do it. Trish said that I'd get clowned at school if I wasn't dressed to impress. She picked out my clothes, my shoes, my underwear, my nail colors, hair styles, everything. I didn't even care enough to argue.
It sounded like Trish was having a party in the small living room. I heard male and female voices and music; loud music. It seemed they had been there for hours when I finally dozed off to sleep. I was immediately jolted awake by my door being slammed open and bouncing off the thin wall.
"Get up and come meet my friends," Trish said, her words slurring badly.
"I don't want to, Trish. I'm trying to