Hurt beyond belief, Francine pushed her mother against the wall and snatched her by the hair. Her mother was shocked by her attack.

“What in the living fuck did you and Samuel do to my best friend?”

Mama footed her in the shin and she doubled over. Mama kicked at her and Francine, tired of being locked inside the little girl in her heart, grabbed her foot and snatched the dick-loving bitch to her knees.

They tussled.

“She’s a druggie bitch!”

“Oh, yea! You and Samuel orchestrated the entire thing! How could you do such a thing, Mama?”

They slammed into the closet door, painfully pulling each other’s hair. Neither would relent.

The room door opened and Prado rushed inside, grabbing Francine and Samuel grabbed her mother.

“What is going on in here?” asked Samuel, wanting answers.

Francine said, “Get the bitch out of my house or I will kill her. I no longer have love for the trifling bitch.”

Samuel could hardly hold his mother-in-law. She growled, flinging her arms towards her daughter.

Huge tears ran from her eyes.

“You two can get over this,” said Prado, pushing Francine to the bed, putting his weight on her. She was a beast.

“GET THE BITCH OUT MY HOUSE NOW OR THE WEDDING IS OFF!”

Samuel looked at his mother-n-law and said, “You have to leave…"
“But she knows…”

“OUT!”

“LISTEN TO ME, SAMUEL!”

“BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT!”

Mama was defeated. She swallowed her words, looking them all over for a brief second.

She huffed.

Mama stamped from the room, slamming the door closed.

Francine said, “Prado. Get off me.”

Prado stood up, fixing his suit.

Samuel helped her off the bed.

“Tell everyone we are about to get married. I’ll be out there in a second. Leave me to myself right now.”

Samuel said, “Are you sure?”

She faked a smile. It hurt her to look at him.

“Yes, darling. I can’t wait to be your wife. I just don’t want my mother being a part of my big day. In fact she is no longer welcome in this house…”

Samuel said, “I understand. No argument from me.”

“I hope not. I’m calling the police and getting a restraining order. Her purpose in my life has been fulfilled. I’m a woman now, and I will not live the next thirty years being controlled by that bitch!”

Prado kissed her cheek and her panties were wet.

“You look beautiful, by the way…”

She touched Prado’s cheek. “Thanks,” she said appreciatively.

Samuel kissed her lips.

And she felt nothing.

The music cued up and everyone smiled, clapped and a few people said,

“Well it’s about damn time!” Samuel took his place at the altar. His mother and father stood behind him. He smiled so big sunlight seemed to pierce through his teeth.

Samuel, Sr. was proud of his son and all he accomplished. He showed off, holding his cane and hugging his wife...