"Been holding this pain inside for so long. Though the rain never goes away." - Andre Merritt

POLLY

"So... this is where Lil Boosie and Webbie gone perform, right?" Ant asks our wedding planner, pointing at the stage. Our wedding is gonna be at a big church my uncle used to own. Now it's just a hangout, almost. My uncle who used to be a pastor before he got caught stealing cars is gonna be the one to marry us here in his old church.

"Yes." Marcy answers. Ant chuckles. "Alright. And ay, where you say my kids supposed to stand? Cause I wanted Reign to be the one throwin' them hundreds down the aisle. And then I want my son, KeKe to walk Polly down the aisle too." Ant says. KeKe looks up from his iPod. He's sitting down on the stage. He pulls one of his earbuds out. "KeKe ain't walking this bitch so don't volunteer KeKe to do a gotdamn thing that KeKe don't wanna do cause last time KeKe checked this dumpster ass hoe wasn't his daughter." KeKe snaps at him, looking at Ant crazy.

My eyes widen a little. "Your daddy said you walking me down  the aisle so that's what the hell you gone do! And quit cussing in God's house!" I snap back. I'm sick of keeping my mouth closed. His children are so disrespectful. "Bitch, what? I don't care who house it is, it be full of sin every Sunday anyway! It don't be  shit but a bunch of hypocritical ass people who act one way on Sunday then another on Monday! Ain't nothing Holy about this place! And you, bitch, shut up! Because you standing there with a pussy full of sins right now as we speak!" KeKe snaps back on me.

I look at Ant for help. "You just gonna allow your fifteen your old child to talk to me and you like  that?" I ask in disbelief.  "And how the hell you gone tell me to quit cussing here when yall got gangsta rappers, strippers, pornstars, cartel bosses, drug lords, hit men, serial killers and everything else coming here for yall wedding? Miss me with that!" he snaps, then stands.

Ant walks over to him then snatches him up. He punches him in his chest, instantly knocking him down. "You don't got too many more chances. I've been patient as I can with you but you pushing it. I'm close to sending you back  to your hoe ass momma cause you disrespectful and you don't appreciate all I do for you." Ant calmly says.

"You know what, I don't care! Fuck you! Why should I care, huh? I raised my mothafuckin' self! I'm the one who was making shit happen for myself when I didn't have no food, when I didn't have nothing but two fucking outfits and holes all up in my fucking shoes! Where was you at when I didn't even have a pot to piss in, dad? Shit, I got reality young as a mothafucka and I ain't shit but fifteen! If I did it alone this long with a crackhead ass momma, what make you think I can't do it without you, huh? Fuck you!" KeKe snaps back, getting in Ant's face like he's about to do something.

"Wait... quit. This is God's house. Can yall at least wait until yall get home?" I ask. "Bitch, shut up!" KeKe yells, making his voice echoe throughout the empty sanctuary. "Quit saying that God's house crap, this church ain't even a church no more neither!" he adds.

I roll my eyes. "I didn't fucking know you existed, you can't fault me for that! But since the very day I saw you in Walmart, I took yo ass in and didn't treat you no different from my other kids! I take yo ass on shopping sprees and blow bands on you just like I do the rest of them, I take you any and everywhere you wanna go, I buy you any fucking thing you want or I assume you want, I make sure you got enough food to last a lifetime, I clothe you, I got you in a mansion, I even got your fuckin' room done! I spend almost a million  fixing shit up in my house for you to be comfortable! KeKe, I make sure you don't want or need for shit! I got you in the best school in California, I even make sure you got your own money! What the fuck else do you want from me, KeKe? What is it?  I give you everything I got and you still ungrateful! What the fuck will it take for you to understand? Tell me! What is it, KeKe, damn? Where the fuck am I going wrong? What am I not doing right, KeKe?" Ant yells at him, turning red. His eyes are a little misty and this is honestly the first time I've seen my man get emotional. I've never even seen anyone hurt his feelings like this.

"Wait, and something else! I even got you two fuckin' cars in the shop as we speak you didn't even know about! I saw that notebook you was drawing cars in and I went and got two fucking Ferraris painted exactly how you drew em for when you able to drive but naw, I ain't good enough for you, I see!" Ant snaps as one tear rolls down his face.

My mouth drops. "Cry baby, cry baby, suck your momma titty." I say to Ant, pulling my boob out. That's the only way I know to cheer him up.

He ignores me. Tears start rolling down KeKe's face. "That shit cool and all but what the fuck? I want attention, damn! You play favorites! With the twins, Reign, and Jessie, you so fucking happy, but with me, I'm just a nobody! You treat me like shit! Just cause you buy me shit don't matter! You spend time with them! You can have all that bullshit back! I want attention and the fucked up thing is the only way I get it is by talking shit to you! You punching me upside my head and shit is better than nothing! I get scared you gone dip on me just like my momma did!" KeKe admits, getting emotional.

"Look, I'm not the best parent in the world, I'll admit that. I try my hardest, I swear I do! I be stressed out so bad trying to figure out why my fuckin' son can't stand me! I thought I was doing a good job by buying you shit, how was I supposed to know you wanted attention if every time I try to be there for you, you brush me off?" Ant asks. KeKe shrugs his shoulders, staring at his fists as tears roll down his face.

"I don't know." KeKe mumbles. "You gotta communicate with me. I can't read minds and I'm still kinda new to this. I grew up like you did, I never had nobody to show me attention. I'm learning as I go alone, this shit new to me." Ant says. KeKe nods his head. "It's cool. I'm still not walking her down the aisle." he says, chuckling a little, wiping his tears. Ant laughs a little, blinking out a few tears he tried not to show. He pulls KeKe in a hug. "I love you, nigga." Ant says. "Love you too... um, dad." KeKe awkwardly says, smiling a little.

"We good?" Ant asks, pulling away. KeKe nods his head yes. "About those cars though... so, were you for real?" KeKe asks. Ant chuckles. "You still on punishment for what you said earlier." Ant says, avoiding his question. KeKe laughs, then shakes his head.

Ant looks at our wedding planner. "We gone have to do this another day, aight?" he says as she cries from the moment. She nods her head yes. He pulls his wallet out and hands me some money. "What's this?" I ask. "Money for you an Uber driver or some shit, call a taxi. I'm finna go chill with him, then go get the kids from my dad and hang with them and see if my baby momma wanna come." Ant answers.

"What the hell? Why can't you drive me home then? And why she gotta go? I wanna go! I'm about the be the step momma!" I yell, getting pissed. He sighs. "Fine. Whatever, Polly, come on. And I'm still seeing if she wanna come because I need to talk to both of yall." he says. I narrow my eyes, then follow behind him and his son.

I open my purse, then look at the brand new hand gun and pocket knife I went and bought. If Jessica thinks I'm going for her shit, she got another thing coming. I'm just gonna shoot her and get rid of that problem forever so I can spend my life with Ant if she tries it. Then whenever we get home from talking to that bitch, I'm gonna poke holes in his condoms. I want a child and maybe if I trap him, he'll treat me like he treats her or better. It's on now.

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Ik it was short, I'm probably updating again tho.