A/N: Slowly getting back into the swing of this, this is a mini update! I had to bring back my favorite Tank. A'ight. Read on.

Tank's POV

"Not again!"I shouted putting the pillow over my head to drown out TJ's singing ever since we watched that damn holiday special of the The Wiz Live he keeps singing that damn song. "Sarah you hear him singing that mess. Sarah, Sarah." I sat up in bed and looked at her. "How is this bitch asleep through all that shit? Sarah."I know this chick is not ignoring me. SARAH!" I shouted.

"What the fuck Tank?! Why couldn't you just nudge me or push me out of the bed like you did the last time to get my attention? Geez. What do you want?"

"Listen."

"When I think of home I think of a place where there's love overflowing I wish I was home I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing..."

She groaned getting out the bed. "You can go handle that I'm going in this bathroom to see how much more damage you did to my face. It's hard coming up with lies to tell people of why I have these damn marks on me."

"Well if you would have answered me the first time maybe you wouldn't have those shits now would you."

"You would say some foul shit like that! I can't believe I let your mother talk me into this damn plan to kidnap him from his mother and father. Yes I was hurt but I let my feelings get in the way. I see why Mercedes left your ass and went to go live with Sam you are an abusive man that shouldn't have seen the light of day."

"You are walking a thin line right now I suggest you get the fuck out out my face and this room say something sly again and I promise you all of these promises I've been stacking up to off your ass I will do. Without any freaking hesitation I killed once I don't have a problem to do it again."

"So you admitting to killing your first child's mother?" I laughed. "Tank! Tank!"

Kicking down TJ's door his eyes bulged out his head he scrambled to his bed but with one swoop I had him up in my arms, he was kicking, screaming, and crying. "You better calm your little self down because if you kick me I'm going to kick you back. Now what did I tell you about that damn song." He didn't say anything he stared at me sniffling tears falling down his face. "I told you I hate that song, "when you think of home", you never going home so get that thought out of your head we've been on the run for the last 7 months and in that time stories of you being missing have all quieted down I can take your little ass out now and people won't even know it's you anymore because they don't give one damn about you like I do. Now I'm going to put your ass down get in bed and go to sleep and if I hear that fucking song again I'm beating you. Now go!"

A/N: More is coming...