Free A Gangsters Melody by Sean A. Wright Page B

me.
“What she has been through? What about me? A parent shouldn’t outlive her child. Now because of that whore my son called his wife, my baby boy is dead.”
“Come on now Belle, that ain’t right. That’s your granddaughter’s mother you’re talking about. ” Mr. Rufus said, trying to calm her down.
“That’s what they say Rufus, but I ain’t never believe that bold faced lie that little Puerto Rican heffer Marisol told my son. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m sorry she’s dead, both her and my son. But that little girl don’t look no more like my son Leroy than the man on the moon. I’m only taking her in because I knew Leroy would have wanted it that way.”
“Now Belle, you stop talking about your kinfolk like that and hush up all that foolishness.”
“Rufus I done told you that little bitch ain’t no kin to me. And my son was a fool to believe anything else. And besides it’s the truth. Her mother was a fucking whore and the apple don’t fall far from the tree because her daughter is a fucking whore too.” She said, slamming something down. By this time my eyes were red and flooded with tears and I had heard enough. I flung the screen door open and stormed through the house in a rampage. I headed stra’ight for the kitchen where all of the commotion was coming from. Mama Belle and Rufus froze in mid sentence as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. I made a B-Line stra’ight for Mama Belle.
“Let me tell you something you mean old bitch, you say one more thing about my mother or my father and I’m going to forget the age difference and whoop your old ass up in here.” I yelled, pointing my finger in her face.
“Tiffany calm down baby.” Mr.Rufus said, grabbing my waist. I instinctively grabbed a knife from the dish rack and turned to him.
“Get the fuck off of me you perverted motherfucker.” I said, pointing the butcher knife in his face. Mr.Rufus turned on his heels and ran out of the house. I turned my attention back to Mama Belle. I pointed the knife in her face and I was crying hysterically.
“You ain’t nothing but the devil, how dare you threaten your own grandmother?” She said, grabbing her chest and crying.
“Oh now you’re my grandmother? Bitch you trippin.” I screamed in her face. I believe I may have lost total control and pounced on her if Monica wouldn’t have come running into the kitchen and grabbed me from behind.
“Yo chill Tiffany. What are you doing? Calm down. Let’s go to my house for a little while.” Monica said, trying to calm me down.
“A little while my ass. You better pack your little funky ass bags and go over there for good.” Mama Belle screamed, now getting gangster because Monica was holding me back. I kicked and screamed trying to get away from Monica.
“Bitch I’ll kill you up in here. Say something else about my parents. I fucking dare you.” I screamed in anger. As Monica dragged me out of the house, Mama Belle followed behind us, talking shit and antagonizing me.
“Go on now Ms. Lula Belle. I’ll be back for her things.” Monica stated, still trying to hold me back.
“You better come back and get them or that shit will be in the garbage.” Mama Belle spat back.
Monica dragged me kicking and screaming to her house. The neighbors were all outside being nosy, until Monica told them to mind their business. Monica forced me into her house and up the stairs before she let me go.
“Girl what the fuck happened? I’m over here smoking and shit, and Mr. Rufus ran over here talking about you going crazy with a knife and shit.” Monica said, looking all confused.
“You don’t understand, I overheard that bitch talking real dirty about my mother. Really fucking dirty. Calling her a whore and saying that I‘m not my daddy’s baby and all that shit.” I responded, still pacing back and forth in anger.
“Okay girl calm down. You’re going to bust a fucking blood vessel. If you know it’s not the truth, then fuck what she said. You