After all your tears
After all that pain's all clear
Mama, after all them years
We can start all over again
Mama, and now it all makes sense
Letting go is never the end
Mama, we can love again
This is where freedom begins
- Beyonce'

PROD

"My what?" I ask. I know she didn't just tell me the snake is my own momma. "I said it's your momma." she dryly says. I shake my head. "Can't be." I say. "Well, it is. How else would we be so easily found in the Beverly area of Chicago in a regular home without the snake being on the inside? It may be hard to take in but it's true." she says. I shake my head in disbelief. "How you know it's her though?" Roc asks her. "Don't tell me you assuming." I add to what he said.

"I'm most definitely not assuming. These are only facts. I don't know why she's doing this but she is. It wasn't just Tae. And Tae was very weak minded so she had to be talked into it for her to do something like that to us to begin with." she says. "Mane, what the hell do Tae got to do with you accusing my momma of being a snake? Matter fact, how I know you ain't the snake?" I ask.

She blankly stares at me. "You know what, I'm getting my kids and leaving." she says. "Answer me. How I know you not the snake, Zavianna?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Why would I be the damn snake, Craig?" she snaps. "I don't know, you tell me! I can't believe you had the audacity to blame my damn momma." I say. She shakes her head. "Don't believe me. I don't give a shit cause me and my kids gone be good." she says. I shake my head. "I don't even wanna see yo face right now." I say, then get on the plane.

ROC

I look at Zaya. "He trippin' right now. Ion think you the snake. The shit just hard for him to take in." I say to Zaya. "It really is his mom, Roc. I'm so serious." she says. "When we get there, explain it to me." I say. She nods her head. I grab her hand and help her on the plane.

Prod looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "You know what, you fuckin' my woman?" he straight up asks.

I shake my head no. "It don't matter if we are or aren't cause I ain't yours anymore." Zaya says. They start glaring each other down. "Fuck it. I'm through begging you." he finally says. "So, whatever the fuck yall got going on, go ahead. I'm not even mad. Once this shit end, Zaya, leave and don't come back. Don't call me unless it relates to my kids." he says. She chuckles. "I was gone do that anyways." she says. She takes her engagement ring off and drops it in his glass of wine. He takes his off and drops it in hers. "I'm single and do single shit so whenever you decide you miss me, please keep it to yourself." Zaya says. He shrugs his shoulders.

She walks to the back room. "You want her, bruh?" he asks. I shake my head. "Bruh,  why you be treating her like that?" I ask. "I suppose you can treat her better." he sarcastically says. "I can." I say. He glances at me then back at his glass. "I don't give no fuck." he says. "Bet." I say.

I get up and walk to the back where she is. I watch her clip the ends of her hair. I take the shears from her and grab a section of her hair. "What the fuck are you doing?" she snaps. "Calm down, I got my cosmetology license." I say.

She looks at me crazy. "You lying." she says. I chuckle. "Nah... somebody dared me to so I did." I say. She chuckles. "Let me clip your ends." I say. She nods her head. I start doing it for her. She smiles, looking in the mirror.  "I'm good for more than just giving head, ya know?" I ask. She chuckles. "I see." she says. I finish off. "That'll be $250." I say in Almond's voice. She mugs me. "Yeah, sure." she sarcastically says. "You did good though." she adds, looking at it. I nod my head.

"So uh... Zaya... when all this die down, what's your plans?" I ask. "You nervous about talking to me or something? You stuttering." she says, lightly chuckling. "I mean... you did use me for head and kick me out." I say. She chuckles. "Well... my plans are to get my kids and move away. I'm starting over like I never met him. Like... he brought me some of the best memories but it's like the bad outweighs the good now. I don't know. What about you?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Hopefully marry a real woman and leave all this shit alone. Get a couple of step kids." I say, smirking. She looks down, laughing. "Is it wrong for me to wanna kiss you?" she asks. "If you feel like it's right, do it." I say. She chews down on her bottom lip. "You're his best friend tho..." she mumbles. I shrug my shoulders. "He said he ain't mad. It don't even matter what nobody say." I say. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I close my eyes, letting her stick her tongue in her mouth. I grip a hand full of her ass. She moans in my mouth. "Mm, mm, mm... she smashing the homie." Prod says, standing at the door.

Zaya pulls away. "Fuck you!" she screams. He points at her pregnant stomach. "Don't even call me when yo water break cause that fuckin' baby bout ain't even mine." he says, then walks out. She shakes her head. "Pathetic." she mumbles.

ZAYA

We riding through Chicago headed to the safe house.  "Turn this shit off!" I snap on Prod. He got "I Hit It First" By: Ray J playing loud throughout the truck. "Petty bitch." I mumble. He chuckles and turns it up louder. " She might move on to rappers and ballplayers but,  we all know I hit it first" he sings. I shake my head.

"Ay, Chill. Any one of us could die and yall acting petty." Roc says. Prod shrugs his shoulders. "Gotta die someday." he bluntly says, then glances at me, singing along.

We just got to the safe house. We get out. Prod unlocks it. The kids are sitting around looking pitiful. "Where's grandma? Not granny... but grandma?" I whisper to Zaria. "She in the back acting creepy." she mumbles. I raise my eyebrow. Prod should've listened. We walk back there where she on the phone.

"Who the fuck you on the phone with? I did say no contact with mothafuckas!" Prod snaps, snatching her phone. He hangs it up. She mugs him.  "I'm the mother, you're the child." she simply says. "I don't give a fuck who is who! I said no contact but you doing it anyway!" he snaps. "Scream at the wannabe mother to yo kids!" she snaps, pointing at me.

I raise my eyebrow.  "Wannabe mother?  Bitch, you must've forgot how yall didn't build a damn relationship until he was almost thirty and he only thirty three now! Shit, you bout didn't even know his age! I'm more of a mother to his children he aren't biologically mine than you ever were and ever will be to Craig who is your damn biological son! I'll give you a million dollars on sight if you can tell me what elementary, middle, and high school he went to!" I yell. She smacks her lips. "Exactly, bitch." I snarl.

"Ay, chill out." Prod says. "I never liked you. You gone find out how much real soon, hoe." she snarls at me. I squint my eyes. "The fuck that mean?" I ask. "Take it how you want." she snarls back.

 I shake my head. "Talked to Chevy today?" she asks Prod with a smirk. "Nigga, it's dead in ya fucking face! Kill this hoe!" I scream at him. He puts his hand up, signaling me to be quiet.

 I shake my head. "Ay, ma, come ride with me. Get dressed." he says. She blows a kiss at me and grabs her shoes. "You can't be fucking serious." I mumble. "Hand me my phone, son." she says, putting emphasis on the word son. "Naw, ma, I got it." he says, staring at her. Her face changes. She forces a smile on her face. "My point exactly." I mumble, bumping his punk ass out of my way, then walking out.

PROD

It's just me and my momma riding. "Ma... be honest. You lying to me?" I ask. "No, baby." she softly says. I shake my head. "Ain't it crazy how my family was so easily found here?" I ask, glancing over at her to see her reaction. She doesn't say anything. "Yeah, crazy world, son." she says, lightly chuckling. I probably didn't peep her being the snake but I'm definitely peeping she on some bullshit right now.

I pull up to my warehouse. "Come on, I gotta see somebody." I say. I open her door for her and lead her inside. She holds her nose at the smell of death floating through the air. "Take a seat." I say, pointing at the couch. She slowly sits down. "Password?" I ask, holding up her phone. "I deserve privacy." she says. I shrug my shoulders. "Cool. Jerrod!" I call. My nigga Jerrod walks in.  "Hack this." I say, handing It to him. Her eyes widen. "You can't be serious!" she screams at me. "I'm very serious." I say. She blows. He hands it back. "Unlocked, boss. Password is ferocious." he says. I chuckle. What the fuck type of password is that?

I go straight to her messages. I start scrolling, shaking my head. I walk over to her and slap the fuck out the left side of her face. She screams out in pain.

"For real, ma? You was cool with gettin' yo own momma house burned down?" I yell at her. This snake ass bitch got me so messed up. "I did it for a reason!" she cries out. I shake my head.  "Torri, tie her ass up in the dungeon and wait for me." I say. "Don't go light on the bitch cause she my momma neither." I add. He snatches her up and drags her out by her hair.

I shake my head, going through her messages. She ain't got none of these numbers saved neither.  I walk down to the dungeon and sit in a chair in front of where she pinned to a pole butt naked with bruises everywhere.

"Who the fuck is these folks you telling my business?" I ask. She spits blood out and continues to cry. "Bitch, answer me." I say, grabbing my electric screwdriver.  Her eyes widen. "All I can say is everything you did in the past is catching up with you now! Don't kill me!" she screams. I put the screwdriver in her eye and turn it on. She losing her damn mind. I pull her eye out and stick it in her mouth.

"Last words? Got some?" I ask. She continues to scream and cry. She hyperventilating on top of that. I shrug my shoulders and strike a match. I set her head on fire then pour gas on it. I watch as she slowly dies in agony. "Nobody come before my kids and my grandma. Nobody and you fucked with both. I hope your soul make its way to hell, evil piece of shit." I say. I take my gun out and shoot her in all of her toes. I shoot her between her legs and between her eyes.

Her head falls on the floor, still on fire. I shake my head and walk out. "All yours." I tell my clean up crew, then walk out.

It wasn't hard to kill my momma cause we never had a good relationship. I knew the day was gone come eventually. I didn't think it would be under these circumstances but it don't really matter. It is what it is now.

I just got back to the safe house. Zaria, King, and Analya are gone. Reshawd on the floor crying and the rest of them looking like a cat died.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "She left. She took them too." Heaven says. "Huh?" I ask. "Ma left and only took who's biologically hers cause she couldn't take us because we ain't hers biologically." Heaven says, then wipes a tear. I blow. "She say where she going?" I ask. They shake their heads no. I sigh and walk to the back. She left a note on the mirror in the bathroom.

"Dear Prod, I had to go. Me, Zaria, King, Analya, and the baby I'm carrying are gonna be alright. We needed a fresh start. Lord knows I wanted to take the rest of them with me but we both know you wouldn't allow me to do that. God knows I hate how I had to leave them cause they're my children too and I love them. I'm tired of fighting and crying. I know I've said I'm done thousands of times but I never really meant it. I mean it this time. It's like no matter what I do for you, it's never enough. I pray you're safe out there and no harm comes your way. I'm sorry about your mom and I'm sorry if you don't believe me. I'll always love you and appreciate you but this is what's best for us. I pray you find somebody who could potentially be everything I was to you and your children. Maybe even more. I pray she can love you more and make you a better man. I pray somebody makes you happy, Craig. It's best I move on.  Sincerely, Zavianna Davis." I read.

I blow and shake my head. I don't even know what to say right now. I didn't think she'd disappear. I dial her number. Damn, she got her number changed. I dial Naly's emergency phone. "Hey, daddy. I'm eating ice cream right now!" she excitedly says. "Where you at?" I ask. "I don't know. I'm with mommy. Love you. I'll call you later. Mommy, stop tickling me." she giggles, then hangs up.  I sigh. At least I can still talk to them.

ZAYA

"King,  what's wrong? You barely touched your ice cream. You okay?" I ask. He sighs. "I knew yall wasn't gone fix it." he says. "Come here." I say. He walks over to me. "I was tired of you crying." Zaria says. "Yes. I love daddy but he always made you sad. Why he always was saying cuss words to you or being mean?" King asks. I sigh and kiss his forehead. "None of that even matters now." I say. "Where we gone live?" Naly softly asks. I wrap my arm around her. "Cozumel Mexico for a little while." I tell them. They nod their heads and lay on me. "We ever coming back to California?" King asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I don't even know. Yall ready?" I ask. "Yes." they answer, standing. "Mommy about to do her. I'm happy." Zaria says. I smile at her. "You right, baby girl. You right." I say. Yeo, mommy is about to do her.

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