FunIsuue

BIG FUN
A Short Story by Dequanna Alexander
I couldn't breath. It was like someone had their
arms wrapped around my neck and I was gasping
for air. Actually, I could breath. It’s just every
time I’m bored, I feel like maybe, just maybe,
it is possible for one to die from such pain.
It was Friday morning and I was just making
it in from the club. I had this crazy headache
which was a simple reminder that I was coming
down from the two ecstasy pills I had just taken,
it was time for a nap. I pulled into my drive way
and noticed my moms car was still parked and
instantly became mad. The last thing I needed
while coming down was a "fuck ass" argument
with my mom but I walked in anyway.
As soon as I open the front door she yells
“Nola! What the fuck is this!?” She charged
at me with her phone in her hand that had a
screen shot of me topless.
“Mommmmmy.. Chilll…” I told her trying
to calm her down. “It’s not that big of a deal.
My bra was still on and it really was just fun.
Honestly I didn't even want them to take that
or post it.”
“FUN?! This is your idea of FUN!?” She began
to cry. “You’re so beautiful, why do you degrade
yourself so terribly? I don’t get it Nola,
please help mommy get it.”
I wrap my arms around her, pulling my high ass
together the best as I could, “Mommy, i’m just
young and me and my friends are just living. I
know most times you don’t agree, but we're just
having a good time, just having fun.”
Her tears quickly turned into anger as she
snatched away from my embrace.
“FUN?! You call staying out at night partying
with random men and women fun? That’s not
fun?! What would really be fun is if you would
stop picking up these barley paying gigs and
go back to college. You only completed one
semester and you did so great! Why..”
“I keep telling you school is not for me. I am bigger
than school. Mommy you don’t have to accept
me or my lifestyle because you don’t fund it. I just
ask that you love me mommy flaws and all.”
She just walked away. I didn't care, i’m use to
it now. It was really just another emotional
moment. After that moment, it took me only
a second to realize I would be doing a lot of
more explaining if I didn't go upstairs to my
bathroom and throw up. By the time I made
it to the restroom I was in a cold sweat and I
hated this part the most.
I laid on my bed after throwing up my guts,
and texted my girl Angel to see if she wanted
to get some blow and bud.