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mother. He was completely brainwashed by his father. He had no loyalty when it came to Jean. He looked at her as a lying backstabber, just as his father called her numerous of times.
    Money raised his eyebrow. His son was never a liar and was trained to be loyal and tell the truth to him at all times. “And how do you know this?”
    “I witness it myself, Pops. I would never lie to you.”
    Money shook his head. He believed every word his son was telling him. “Watch my money,” Money told him before walking off.
    He went upstairs and started tearing up Jean’s room. She was sneaky so he knew the money was well hidden or so she thought it was well hidden. It was no surprise to him that the money was nowhere to be found. He raced into Blaze’s room and flipped the mattress off of the bed. Underneath the box spring was a slit that was covered up with tape. Removing the tape, he dug into the box spring and pulled out wads of money. “Sneaky hoe!” he cursed. He fixed Blaze’s room back the way it was and took the time to clean Jean’s room back up as well. When he was finished it looked just as it did prior to him wrecking it.
    Blaze never once saw his mother hide her money underneath his bed.
    “I'm really going to start beating ass in about five seconds. My money better appear back where it was! That money belonged to Daddy!” Jean screamed as she searched the house high and low, knowing she never had any intentions of giving the money to the rightful owner.
    “What money are you talking about? If you checking everything in to me, how could you be missing anything?” Money questioned Jean.
    Jean stared him in the eyes and stupidity fell over her. She had no explanation for the money she had been stealing. The truth was the last thing that was going to slide out of her full lips.
    Money grabbed Jean by her hair, pulling her into a nearby bedroom. “Bitch, you been stealing from me?” Money questioned.
    He didn’t have to have an answer. Nothing could dignify the reason why she had been stealing from him. From the outside of the room, all you could hear was begging, pleading, and a lot of commotion.
    Blaze put his ear to the other side of the door. Every time he saw the monster coming out of his father, it gave him butterflies and chills at the same time. Being brainwashed by his father, he thought it was totally okay to punish a woman who was disrespectful to a man, especially a pimp. What his mother was getting she had it coming and he thought she deserved every bit of it.
    He began to smile. His mother’s whimpers, cries, and pleas tickled him to death. Before he got caught, he ran off to the living room to sit back in front of the television.
    That night his mother was thrown out on the streets. Money punished her by making her sell her soul to the devil for four days straights with no breaks whatsoever. The cruel punishment that Jean received brought nothing but pure hatred between Money and her. If he were to die tomorrow, she wouldn’t give a damn. She would pay him a visit just to spit on his grave and never turn back. She touched the stove once and got burned yet it didn’t faze her a bit. Months later she was back at thieving yet again.
     

 
    ~Chapter 3~
     
    By the time Blaze’s thirteen birthday came around he’d grown cold hearted and had a hate against certain females; one in particular was his mother. He couldn't stand her ways. At times he couldn't stand to see her pathetic little face. He loved his father to death and never questioned his actions, but he wanted to know why his mother couldn’t be stronger.
    The constant teasing at school was starting to get to him. It was becoming obvious that he was living in a very dysfunctional home. Females who sold their bodies and called his father by the name of Daddy just didn’t sit right with others. It seemed as if everyone thought that his family was a disgrace to society. Blaze could never have friends because they all made fun of him for