Turned Out By A Boss(27)
“Hello, family.” She greeted as she walked up to the table.
“Hey, give me my grand baby. I haven't seen her in a few days.” Sheila said and Denim wanted to reply by asking whose fault is that but chose to keep how she felt to herself.
“Have you guys ordered yet?”
“Nope. We were waiting for you.” Sherika commented.
Nodding Denim waved over a waiter. After putting in their drink orders, Sheila decided to start the conversation about why they were really there. Denim sipped her raspberry lemonade as she listened to her mother apologizes and tell her how sorry she was.
“Do you even know why I feel the way I do?” asked Denim.
Putting her head down and wiping her tears Sheila replied no. Laughing Denim shook her head. Leave it to Deacon Andrew Wright to feel as though one talk would fix all of the problems these three had.
“Mom you never cared about me. When I was sick it was dad who nursed me back to health, I had any type of appointment or meeting of importance it was dad who made sure he was present. You've never been there when I needed you, yet when you needed me, I was always there. While every little girl dreams of going prom dress shopping with their mother, I went with my father. Why, because Sherika wanted to do something different. It was always what Sherika wanted and never about Denim.” She expressed.
“I was busy.”
“Yet you were never too busy for Sherika or Angel.”
“Is this some type of jealousy thing because if so get over it. We’re grown now stop dwelling on the past and move on. This is our mother just show her some respect.” Sherika commented.
Denim shook her head annoyed. Sherika would never understand how she felt growing up. Not only was Denim the only one with a different father she was also the youngest. Every day she was a constant reminder to their mother of her infidelities in her marriage. While she showered Sherika with love and attention, growing up, Denim was lucky to even get a hi-five.
“This has nothing to do with jealousy but everything to do with equally loving us. She's always favored you but she basically cut off having a mother daughter relationship with me when I turned fifteen.” Denim voiced getting louder.
“You're right. I did show favoritism and for that, I apologize.”
“Why are you apologizing? What she did caused you to treat her the way that you did. For god sakes, you caught her having sex in your house.” Sherika was done with the conversation at this point she was tired of Denim playing the victim like she didn't cause most of the things that have happened to her leaving her to be treated the way that she has been.
“Damn Sherika let it die. We know Kuazie and I got caught, ok.” Denim snapped. “Yet you were f*cking every Tom, Dick and Harry. The only difference is I got caught. And trust that's not even what I'm talking about .... And again this has nothing to do with that. I wouldn't expect you to know or understand where I'm coming from because everything always has to be about Sherika." Denim voiced.
Every time something happened Sherika wanted to change it around and call out everyone else's wrong doing. The only thing she could bring up was the fact that Denim and her then seventeen-year-old boyfriend had gotten caught having sex. This talk and the problems they had had absolutely nothing to do with getting caught having sex, yet that's what Sherika was turning it into.
“Girls calm down. We need to talk about this. Denim how do we fix our relationship?”
“I don't know that's up to you,” Denim replied.
Looking at her sister she wanted to slap the makeup off of her. Their relationship was going to need more than one conversation. She never disliked a person as much as she disliked her sister. It wasn't intentional because she honestly blamed her mother. Sheila had made it so that Sherika thought she was the best thing walking the earth. Which obviously wasn't the case at all.
“Here's the food let's eat,” Denim announced as her shrimp pasta was sat in front of her.
As they ate, they talked trying to find common ground as far as her and Sherika, but it was just no use. Every time she felt as though she'd give her a chance in true Sherika fashion she would open her mouth and say something dumb. After arguing the rest of the meal, Denim got up and left.
Rico
Walking out the door, Rico got in his car not feeling Denim’s attitude. He didn't know where her sudden hate towards him stemmed from but he wasn't going to stick around to find out.
Speeding off, he sucked his teeth hearing his phone ring. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with one of these nagging broads. Seeing it was Daryl he answered being that he hadn't spoken to his boy since Cree went all waiting to exhale on his stuff.
“Yo.” he answered.
"Where you coming from a nigga?" asked Daryl once Rico answered.
"Went to see Denim and my little girl."
"Oh, you finally took your funny looking ass over there." Daryl joked.
Rico sighed. "If you would've told me what she had and her name I wouldn't have had to go over there," he said.
"Nigga that's your seed you should always wanna be there and it shouldn't take you five f*cking days to make that trip because you should've been at the f*cking hospital holding her hand while she was pushing," Daryl yelled.
Daryl loved his friend this was his right hand, his partner in crime but he just didn't know what was going on with him. Never had he known Rico to be this cold hearted and careless. In his mind, Rico was being a bitch because that little girl didn't ask to be here and whether he realized if he was ready to be a father or not Rhia was now here and his responsibility.