The time of my life - A short story by LBrady the brave

Shit like this is why people lose their fucking minds and run up inside businesses and shoot everything visible. What Shit am I talking about? LIFE. Life and its fucked up way of telling you that you have no choice but to keep moving, even after you've had everything you own taken from you; more like stolen. Even your own family can sometimes be the thieves who take from you, not physical things, but emotionally rob you, and well, once you've been emotionally robbed, it takes you to a dark place within yourself, of with you don't quite recover from. I mean, I'm nobody s victim, but goddamn, people can't be this vicious. Or can they? I'm standing here still in shock, at my daughter Makayla's head stone four years after I buried her. I still can't believe she's dead. I know you probably wondering how my baby ended up in the ground at 7, so ill tell you. Her grandmother, my mother, killed her. And got away with it because she's Chief of Police in St. Louis county, and has many friends in very high places. One night I got called in to work, and I needed a sitter. My mother offered to keep her, under one condition: I had to pay her 350.00 for that night. I really needed to get to work, so I gave her that ridiculously large amount of money, for one night. You see, my mother wasn't your ordinary mother or grandmother.  Like I said before, she's the chief of police in St. Louis County, and she's got friends everywhere. On top of all this, she's a slut with an extreme coke addiction and not to mention she has a thing for young boys. I don't mean young, like 20, no I mean young like 14, and just entering high school and puberty. Mama had this one little boys nose so wide open I swear he could inhale bowling balls. She messed with him from the time he was 13 and a half til he was 17. As soon as he turned 17, she felt like he was getting too old for her taste and she discarded him like old food or trash on a picnic table. That poor child was calling and crying and carrying on like mama wasn't 44 and he was 17. I guess the old saying " that old snapper still bites" was describing her because homie was pussy whipped!! When mama got through with him, she was on to the next sex toy there is. You should see her, disgusting ass pig. She watches all the new prisoners like they are filet Mignon with an excellent side. She knew who she could and couldn't fuck, who was gay, who was celibate, and who gave head and played hard about it. Mama was queen bee at her job (cont..)