I slowly sucked on my slushy walking out of the theater's screening room. Kingston had his arm around my waist as we walked. Remembering I was mad at him I moved his arm. He looked at me confused.

"You tricked me into seeing a scary movie. So I'm mad at you." I said.

I started to walk faster than him.

"The movie wasn't even that scary." He said.

I stopped at the slushy dispenser and filled my cup back up.

"It wasn't scary to you. I was scared."

We walked out to the parking lot and went to his car. Mini dates are what we've been doing lately. He works mostly during the day and I'm sleeping during the day, so night is our only available time. Even though we seem to only hang at night we have not had sex yet.

"So what we bout to do?" I asked.

"I'm taking you home cause you're mad at me." He said.

I shook my head no. I'm not ready to go home.

"I ain't mad no more." I said.

He smirked and shook his head.

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"So you were a momma's boy?"

Kingston nodded his head. We decided to go get food because I was hungry. I expected him to stop at a fast food place but he didn't. Now we're sitting in a restaurant telling each other stories from when we were younger.

"Nah. Just have a good relationship with her. I got a good relationship with both my parents." He said.

To have a relationship with my parents. That would never happen.

"Whatchu mean?"

I looked at Kingston. I said that out loud? I'm always doing dumb shit.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud." I said trying to brush it off.

"Were you like a foster kid or something?" He asked. Obviously wanting to know more.

I shook my head no. "Nah, I know my parents. More than I liked to. I just don't have the best relationship with them. Or anyone in my family."

"Why?" He asked.

Lord, he is nosy.

"To make this short, my mother is a bitch and possibly the worst person I've ever met. My dad just doesn't acknowledge me unless I can benefit him. So yea, Willonia and Ernest can die for all I care."

I could see he was really intrigued with my explanation.

"What did your mom do to you? If you don't mind me asking." He said.

I thought about what I wanted him to know.

"Well, she was abusive physically and verbally. At some point she just stopped taking care of me. I always thought it was just tough love and she was just preparing me for the world. Soon I realized she only acted that way towards me and I still don't know why."

"You have siblings?" He asked.

"Yea. I have a brother and a sister on my mom's side and many siblings on my dad's side. I don't really know much about my dad's side for obvious reasons."

He just nodded. He probably doesn't know what to say. I don't really expect him to say anything. He probably can't relate because he has good parents and the relationship with them.

"I did have someone though. In high school my relationship with my grandfather was really good. He hated how my mom treated me so he gave me everything she didn't. When he died I felt like my life was over. He had a lot of money and was wealthy. No one was concerned about the death of him. They just wanted to know who was getting his inheritance. It was me of course. I got his house, all his money and he even left me a car. But none of that stuff replaced the bond we had."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Kingston leaned over and wiped it. It caught me by surprise. Not him wiping my tear, but me crying. I haven't cried in a long time. I don't like this.