Toya POV
"Aye boa take yo ass in that room . I'm finna beat yo ass!"
I seen my son run upstairs trying to hide that he was getting ready to cry.
"What happened?"
"His fucking teacher stopped me today while I picked him up, talking bout he been showing out in school"
"What?! Are you serious?"
"Hell yea. Lil folks finna get his ass whooped. Fuck that other shit"
Now I usually let my baby daddy whoop our son but something came over me. I wanted to be the hero all the time.
"What? No ! Do not whoop him Von!"
Grabbing his arm, Von quickly looks at me like I lost my mind.
"Fuck you grabbing me fa Toya? I'm finna beat Jason lil ass. He know we don't play that shit ma"
I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with our son?
Jason is 6 & was conceived when Von & I were 19.
We became parents at 20 and even though Von not my man no more, our friendship and co parenting has always been great.
"Von don't whoop him ok. Just talk to em" I pleaded.
He smacks his lips and puts his finger in my face.
"See this why I should of got custody of my damn son. You so damn nice Toya. Stop letting Mfs run over you. Jason ain't dumb ma. He know what he doing"
Jason is literally 6 years old not 16.
I grab his hand and looked in his eyes.
"Von look, I'll go talk to him okay? Please just chill"
He shakes his head.
"Gone head have that soft mommy and son talk. That's why he keep doing that shit. Yo ass keep babying lil folks. Sit down and let me go talk to my son, like I was finna do"
Walking pass me, I shake my head turning the tv all the way up. I didn't like for my baby to get whoopings from his daddy.
VON pov
I run upstairs to my son room and open the door then slammed it.
"Jason bring yo lil ass here man. Fuck going on at school ?"
My 6 year old son approaches me damn near shaking.
He know he done fucked up.
"Daddy I ain't do nothing. Da teacher telling a story on me"
Now he playing the victim, finna beat his lil ass . On king Dave.
"Fuck she gotta 'tell a story on you' fa gang? Bring yo ass here, I'm finna beat yo ass"
Removing the belt from off my jeans, I ain't wanna whoop my son.
But if he knew better, he would do better.
Which he knew better, that's why he getting his ass whooped.
Toya pov
Hearing my baby loud cries causes me to run upstairs to his room.
I bust in the room door to see my son crying and Von face red as hell.
"Now lay yo ass down and don't even think about touching dat fucking game Jason. I find out u looking at it, touching it, even breathing on that mf, ima beat yo ass. U hear me?!"
