Chapt 2 "If I'm a bitch, ya mommas a bitch!"

When I was 14 years old, My Mom and Dad were murdered in cold blood. My dad's name was Donny, he was a construction worker who ran a Liquor house on the weekends. My Mom's name was Linda, she was one of the Best Hair Stylist in town. They weren't married, But they been together since they was in High School. The year my dad asked my mom to marry him, they were both killed because of an argument that went down at my Dad's liquor house. From what I was told some of the local troublemakers that frequented my Dad's illegal establishment were becoming jealous of my Dad's hustle and ambition. He had a decent 9 to 5 with benefits, an Equally Ambitious and Beautiful Black Woman by his side, AND!!! he had a Successful hustle. It wasn't long before the bitterness and envy started to show its ugly face. My dad never liked my mom hanging around the liquor house, because he knew anything could happen when you get a bunch of Drunk and High people together in the same room. But...the money was good. Shit! Too good at times. My dad was never flashy with the money he was making, but even with that been said, people still knew Donny had deep pockets. Me and my mom never wanted for anything. I always had the Best toys and clothes. My dad helped my mom open up her own shop near the house. We never were hungry and we always had a roof over our heads. He even started a Small delivery service to drop off hot meals to the local seniors who couldn't afford a decent meal. His hustle generated enough extra money for my dad to open up a second liquor house across town.

One day my dad was restocking and patching up his Main liquor house. He told my mom to go over to the second house and pick up the money from the till, so he could go to the hardware store and replace the drywall that had been damaged during a recent brawl. On her way out of the second establishment, one of the local hustlas grabbed her arm. Till this day nobody knows what the man said to my mom, but someone overheard her scream " If I'm a bitch, ya mommas a bitch!!" The man spit in my mom's face and proceeded to smack her around like an disobedient prostitute, that was late with her man's money. I guess my dad realized his mistake at the last minute, sending his woman to a place full of knuckleheads, who were ready to start shit at the drop of a dime, so it was not the smartest move in the world.

When my dad pulled up to the liquor house, he saw what he assumed was another couple drunk out of their minds fighting outside again. The girl that ran the liquor house started beating on my dad's car window screaming "That man over there beating on Linda!!". My dad jumped out the car, ran square up on the man, and knocked him to the ground with a well placed hay maker to the jaw. The Man was out cold, or so it seemed. My dad picked up my mom in his arms, walked over to his car, and sat her down on the passenger side seat while he nursed her wounds. Around that time, the man that was on the ground rose to his feet, stumbled over to his vehicle and grabbed his pistol. He walked over to where my parents were and let off eight shots. Five of the bullets struck my mom and dad. They died in each others arms. The Man was killed trying to escape from the police two weeks later. My life was never same.....