Trapstar 3 Read Online Free Page B
Author: Blake Karrington
they can be about their sons and you her only one, plus you the baby… no not today,” Gator uttered with a smile.
Jonathan grabbed his keys and headed out the door, but not without grabbing one more kiss from Gator before exiting.
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Lorraine walked down the steps as Jonathan pulled into the driveway. It was only a matter of time before Herman exited the house with an attitude. Lorraine didn’t even make it to the car before Herman yelled out her name.
“Where you going Lorraine?” he asked, walking up to the car.
Lorraine opened the passenger side door.
“What you didn’t hear what I just said?” Herman asked, taking the passenger side door in his hand before Lorraine could close it.
“Last time I checked, I was grown, Herman. I don’t have to check in with you every time I go somewhere,” she responded with attitude.
Herman huffed at her and turned his attention to Jonathan, who was gripping the steering wheel so hard his hands were cramping. He looked straight ahead to avoid making eye contact with his father.
“Ahhh, if it ain’t big time Jonathan,” he said, looking into the car.
“What’s up, Herman?” Jonathan responded, giving him the peace sign.
“Herman? Oh, so you don’t call me dad anymore?”
“You gotta start acting like one first!” Jonathan shot back without even looking at him.
That statement caught Herman by surprise. “Oh, you think cause you out here living these dope boy dreams like your trifling ass sisters that you can speak to me any kind of way?”
“Herman, don’t go there” Lorraine chimed in.
“Shut up woman. That’s the problem now. You always talking out of place and taking up for these bad ass kids.” Herman screamed, while pointing his finger in her face.
“Yo, cool da fuck out talking to my motha like that. Show some respect for a change!” Jonathan warned his father.
That was just about all Herman could take from Jonathan. He stormed around the car towards the driver side of the Charger and tried to open the door. It was locked, so all he could do was tap on the window to get him to open the door.
“Get out the car tough guy. You bad? Get on out da damn car!” Herman yelled.
“Don’t pay him no mind, baby.” Lorraine said, buckling her seat belt, and locking the door. “Let’s just go.”
“Nah. Pops got me fucked up.” Jonathan responded, reaching under his seat and grabbing the .38 snub nose.
He opened the door and got out of the car with the gun down by his side. Jonathan was still recovering from being shot, so he knew he could not handle a physical confrontation with his old man right now. Herman was such a coward. He knew that Jonathan was not 100% and he could take him out easily. One punch would probably take him down in his current state. Herman was a disrespectful piece of shit. Jonathan had stood by long enough watching him being cruel and mean to the women in his family. He was sick of his shit, and today he was going to shut his punk ass down.
“Oh, you really must have lost ya mind, boy.” Herman said while looking down at the gun in Jonathan’s hand.
Herman took a step forward, but stopped when he saw Jonathan clutch the gun tighter in his hand. The look he had in his eyes told Herman that his son was willing and ready to shoot him.
“I am not the same timid little boy I was five months ago. You can’t talk to me or my mom any kind of way you want. Those days are—”
“I can talk to my wife any kind of fuckin’ way I want!” Herman said as he took a step forward. “That damn bullet must have your mind fucked up, and I am going to remind you of your place, boy!” As he charged towards him, Jonathan grabbed him by his shirt and jammed the .38 into his mouth. The gun broke the thin skin of his inner lip, causing Herman’s mouth to bleed.
“Jonathan, you stop it right now!” Lorraine yelled out.
Herman’s eyes grew wide as a 50-cent piece looking up at the empty stare that his son was
Jonathan grabbed his keys and headed out the door, but not without grabbing one more kiss from Gator before exiting.
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Lorraine walked down the steps as Jonathan pulled into the driveway. It was only a matter of time before Herman exited the house with an attitude. Lorraine didn’t even make it to the car before Herman yelled out her name.
“Where you going Lorraine?” he asked, walking up to the car.
Lorraine opened the passenger side door.
“What you didn’t hear what I just said?” Herman asked, taking the passenger side door in his hand before Lorraine could close it.
“Last time I checked, I was grown, Herman. I don’t have to check in with you every time I go somewhere,” she responded with attitude.
Herman huffed at her and turned his attention to Jonathan, who was gripping the steering wheel so hard his hands were cramping. He looked straight ahead to avoid making eye contact with his father.
“Ahhh, if it ain’t big time Jonathan,” he said, looking into the car.
“What’s up, Herman?” Jonathan responded, giving him the peace sign.
“Herman? Oh, so you don’t call me dad anymore?”
“You gotta start acting like one first!” Jonathan shot back without even looking at him.
That statement caught Herman by surprise. “Oh, you think cause you out here living these dope boy dreams like your trifling ass sisters that you can speak to me any kind of way?”
“Herman, don’t go there” Lorraine chimed in.
“Shut up woman. That’s the problem now. You always talking out of place and taking up for these bad ass kids.” Herman screamed, while pointing his finger in her face.
“Yo, cool da fuck out talking to my motha like that. Show some respect for a change!” Jonathan warned his father.
That was just about all Herman could take from Jonathan. He stormed around the car towards the driver side of the Charger and tried to open the door. It was locked, so all he could do was tap on the window to get him to open the door.
“Get out the car tough guy. You bad? Get on out da damn car!” Herman yelled.
“Don’t pay him no mind, baby.” Lorraine said, buckling her seat belt, and locking the door. “Let’s just go.”
“Nah. Pops got me fucked up.” Jonathan responded, reaching under his seat and grabbing the .38 snub nose.
He opened the door and got out of the car with the gun down by his side. Jonathan was still recovering from being shot, so he knew he could not handle a physical confrontation with his old man right now. Herman was such a coward. He knew that Jonathan was not 100% and he could take him out easily. One punch would probably take him down in his current state. Herman was a disrespectful piece of shit. Jonathan had stood by long enough watching him being cruel and mean to the women in his family. He was sick of his shit, and today he was going to shut his punk ass down.
“Oh, you really must have lost ya mind, boy.” Herman said while looking down at the gun in Jonathan’s hand.
Herman took a step forward, but stopped when he saw Jonathan clutch the gun tighter in his hand. The look he had in his eyes told Herman that his son was willing and ready to shoot him.
“I am not the same timid little boy I was five months ago. You can’t talk to me or my mom any kind of way you want. Those days are—”
“I can talk to my wife any kind of fuckin’ way I want!” Herman said as he took a step forward. “That damn bullet must have your mind fucked up, and I am going to remind you of your place, boy!” As he charged towards him, Jonathan grabbed him by his shirt and jammed the .38 into his mouth. The gun broke the thin skin of his inner lip, causing Herman’s mouth to bleed.
“Jonathan, you stop it right now!” Lorraine yelled out.
Herman’s eyes grew wide as a 50-cent piece looking up at the empty stare that his son was
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