Page 25 of Only Fans

@ T atiana

When I got to the house this morning I expected to be questioned about my night by my mom, but never did I expect to be faced with what really happened.

Normally if I were going to stay the whole night out, I would send my mom a text just to let her know being courteous, but with it being my birthday party and all, I figured she would’ve assumed that it was going to be a long night.

Then, once Reggie and I hooked up, things happened so fast that it never crossed my mind to send her a quick text to let her know I was planning to stay the night out.

When I opened my bedroom door and saw my mom sitting on my bed looking like she had a major bone to pick with me, my heart skipped a beat.

Like I said, I knew she would want to question me about my night, but I didn’t think she’d be as upset as she was.

My mom was a bit on the crazy side. A lot of people didn’t know she had two sides to her because she was great at putting on a facade for people, but behind closed doors, she was a force to be reckoned with.

And this morning, she was ready for the shits because she wasted no time going off on me.

When she snapped and told me all the stuff Jamal’s snitching ass ran and told her, I was speechless.

Everything was happening too fast, because she was hitting me with all types of details about my personal life that I had tried ridiculously hard to shield her from.

Even though I wasn’t a child, I still felt like I had to sneak and shield my parents from how I truly was because they were too judgmental, more so my mom than my dad.

Their expectations for me were too much and not what I wanted for myself, so I kept things to myself for a reason.

My mom especially felt that since they provided for and financially supported me that they had the right to have a certain level of control over my life.

Jamal knew the dynamic between me and my mom, so for him to run and tell her anything was some sucker shit on his part. Like, where do they do that at?

While my mom was coming at me about things she shouldn’t have known, she was also yelling at me, calling me names which always made me feel some type of way.

I had a bad habit of mirroring her attitude, and before I knew it, I flashed out and snapped right back on her.

Then next thing I remember, my mom ran up and swung on me, and it was on and poppin’ from there.

My mom and I were fighting like too chicks in the street right in the middle of my bedroom.

I thought my dad was at work, but he wasn’t, so he had come running into my room to break the fight up, but in the process he collapsed.

Now, because of all the madness, my dad’s fighting for his life and according to my mom, it’s all my fault.

I had no problem taking accountability for my part, but things getting physical between she and I, I wouldn’t be taking the blame for because that was all of her fault.

She swung on me first, I had to defend myself.

None of that even mattered at this point.

All that mattered was if my dad would be okay or not.

When I looked into his face after he hit the floor, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

To me, it looked like he had stopped breathing.

My mom sprang into action because I was stuck.

I couldn’t move, think, or speak. My dad sometimes pissed me off for allowing my mom to always take the lead in everything instead of being the man, but other than that, he and I were very close.

We had a much better relationship than me and my mom.

I felt that he showed me unconditional love whereas love from my mom always came with conditions.

I called 9-1-1 while my mom performed CPR on my dad.

Once the paramedics got there they sprang into action and confirmed that my dad still had a heartbeat and was breathing just very faintly.

It was reassuring to hear, yet still very terrifying because he was unconscious and stayed that way while they worked on him.

I didn’t think I would ever be able to get the memory of how he looked lifeless on the ground out my head.

Now, here we were, on our way to the hospital and both of our emotions were at an all-time high.

The tension was so thick in the car it could be cut with a knife!

As I closed my eyes, I began a quick prayer to God for my dad.

“Lord, I know I don’t come to you as often as I should and for that I apologize.

I also know that I only come to you in my time of need instead of praising you every day and for that I apologize for, too.

But please, if you don’t do anything else positive for me for the rest of my life, can you please let my daddy live?

Please don’t take him from me. I need hi?—”

Before I could finish, my mom finally spoke, well more like spat, rudely breaking me from my moment with the Lord.

“You should really be ashamed of your damn nasty ass self! Selling ass? Really, Tatiana? I just don’t get it!

” she continued to fuss as I bit my bottom lip to keep from saying anything.

“Where, dear Lord, did I go wrong with this damn child here! The more I try to help you get and stay on the right path,” she fussed, hitting her steering wheel with every word she spoke, “the more you continue to FUCK UP! And now, you done stressed your daddy out so bad we might lose him!”

“Tah!” I mocked, not able to help myself. “You’re making it seem like I’m out having sex for money, when it’s not like that,” I lied. “You clearly have no idea what OnlyFans is—” I rebutted in an effort to defend myself.

“I don’t give a fuck what it is!” she roared, rolling her head.

I prayed we didn’t wreck from all the dramatics she was doing.

“All I know is I saw a picture where you had that stanking ass puss spread wide open on that damn site! And what I do know, is, if you were to try to remove it, you’re fucked because the shit is now a part of the black market FOREVER!

When you grow the hell up and decide to finally do something with your life, you’re gonna regret all this stupid shit you’re doing now.

The rate you’re going, you’ll never be shit in life!

Business minded people don’t take people like you serious ‘cause you too reckless, fucking mindless. This is why I treat you like a teenager! You stay doing foolish shit! On the damn internet selling your ass and laying up with men that are way out of your league! You doin’ way too damn much, and now because of YOUR bullshit, your father is FIGHTING FOR HIS FUCKING LIFE!

” She screamed like a manic causing me to jump in my seat.

My blood was boiling, and I was mixed with a plethora of emotions listening to all she was saying.

My mom hated the fact that I was a daddy’s girl, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that she would blame me for my dad collapsing.

I swear that lady loved to go for a person’s core.

She was the GOAT for hitting people exactly where it hurt.

Pulling up to Advocate Condell Hospital, I did my best to ignore her.

As bad as I wanted to tell her that she was also partially to blame because she was a lot to deal with and handle, I chose to keep my mouth shut.

She and my dad had a great relationship for the most part, but it was no secret that she gave him hell.

Hence the reason he never put up a fight with her.

He knew it would be a waste of his time because if it wasn’t my mom’s way, it was the highway, periodt!

That’s probably what made her such a successful lawyer.

She didn’t let up until she got her way and what she wanted no matter what.

All I was really concerned about was my dad to be honest. I could care less what my mom was talking about because she had no clue what she was even saying anyway.

She had no idea what OnlyFans really was, but of course, Jamal had to show her the worst of the worst, so she was really showing out and putting a ten on a two about the whole situation thinking she knew it all.

Aside from my dad, I couldn’t stop thinking about Reggie.

I enjoyed our time together last night and was lowkey missing him.

Truthfully, I needed him to be there with me, but the birth of his child was more important, and I understood that.

As my mom searched for a parking spot in the emergency room lot, she continued to go off about me being reckless for selling sex over the internet.

As my mom continued to go off on me, calling me every name in the book but a child of God, I grabbed my phone to check to see if Reggie tried to reach me.

I needed to keep myself from saying something that would cause another physical altercation between me and her.

She had scratched the side of my face with one of her rings when she slapped me, and I was starting to get a bruise on my arm.

It set my soul on fire that my mom thought it was cool to put hands on me like I was a kid.

As bad as I wanted to tag and drag her ass for all the slick stuff she was saying, I bit my lip and started to hum to keep from talking.

Going to my text thread, Reggie hadn’t reached out, but I saw that Jamal had sent me a text.

Rolling my eyes, I opened his message as I exited her SUV then headed toward the emergency room entrance.

I didn’t want to confront him about his actions over the phone or through text.

I wanted to look him eye to eye, ‘cause I had a few choice words for him about telling my business to my mom with his snitching ass. Yet, I was curious to see what he said.