Hate Our Love — Kay Shanee
On June 16th, Kay Shanee returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
Dakari Bentley
My mind wandered as I sat outside my basketball coach’s office, waiting to meet with him. Whenever my mind wasn’t occupied, it went back to the day my life changed. It had been almost seven years, but it seemed like yesterday.
“Evan, you promised!” I heard my mother shout as I approached our front door.
It was nearing the end of spring, and the temperature in Onyx City was in the low eighties. My mother loved the fresh air, so instead of using the central air conditioning, she opened all the windows in the house and turned on the ceiling fans, which was why I could hear my parents arguing before I made it to the front door.
“Shut the fuck up,” my father spat.
I frantically searched for my keys in my gym bag and unlocked the door as I listened to my mother’s screams. Although our father didn’t put his hands on her in front of me and my brother anymore, we knew he still beat her when we weren’t around.
When I turned the key and tried to push the door open, it stopped short. I shook my head and pressed my lips together in anger when I realized the door was secured by the chain. My anxiety increased every time I heard my mother’s screams, a loud bump, and furniture scraping the floor.
“Please, Evan,” my mother pleaded.
“Beggin’ won’t help you now, bitch. I warned you this would happen if you fucked up!” my father yelled angrily.
“I did what you said. I—”
“I said shut the fuck up!”
More screams from my mother had me using all of my strength to break the door down with my shoulder. It took a few tries, but eventually, the chain broke, and the door swung open. I snapped when I saw my father straddling my mother and punching her in the face.
Without warning, I used both hands to grab the back of his shirt, pulled him away from her, then slammed him to the floor. He was surprised, but the shit-talking started when he realized it was me.
“Lil nigga, you betta watch who the fuck you put your hands on. Do you know who I am?”
He stood to his feet and lunged toward me. It had been a long time since Evan Bentley tried to beat my ass. I’d grown at least ten inches and put on about forty pounds since then.
“Yeah, I know exactly who your bitch ass is,” I spat as I stepped to the side, causing him to run into the wall.
I glanced at my mother, whose face was already swollen, with black and blue bruises around her eyes and blood dripping from her mouth. Something in me snapped, and I was ready to go to war with this nigga.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” my father questioned.
Because my attention was briefly focused on my mother, I wasn’t prepared when my father swung. His fist landed on my cheek, but it didn’t faze me. I’d wanted to beat his ass for years, and today was the day it would happen. When he realized I was with the shits and not backing down, he tried to appear tough, but I could see the fear in his eyes.
“You tryin’ to fight me, lil nigga?” he questioned, raising his fist.
“Ain’t that what you want? You can’t seem to keep your hands off my mama. If you wanna fight, fight me.”
“Boy, I’ll beat ya ass just like I beat ya mama’s.”
He swung again, but I smacked his fist away this time and punched him in his mouth.
“Argh!” he groaned.
Not allowing him time to gather himself, I started beating his ass like he was a nigga on the street. I could faintly hear my mother screaming in the background, telling me to stop.
I blacked out, and the next thing I remember was being handcuffed and shoved into the back of a police car.
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