Meet Our Dysfunctional Family

I don't know a single soul in the world that doesn't look forward to Friday's. Friday's are God's gift to humanity because it's the start to freedom before Hell again.

...okay so I am overexaggerating but you get the picture. I am ready to live life even if it's just for two days out the week.

"Ma! Momma! Mommy!" I screamed, knowing I was being annoying.

"Maje, girl, shut up. All you do is make noise." Antique Taylor, my sister jested.

Antique and I are blood sisters but with different fathers, hence the different last names. We also look nothing alike and because of that, no one suspects us to be related. She doesn't know it but she's my homie and I will always have her back no matter what.

"Chile, anyways, so tell me where ya momma at?" I replied, fixing my backpack on my shoulder.

I definitely need a massage because these sacks we be carrying around at school is not it.

"She in her room arguing with that nigga."

Instant irritation, I rolled my eyes, "Well, not for long. Where's Alias?"

Alias Abode, our infamous baby bro who made his debut a few months back, was our youngest sibling making Antique the middle children.

"Babysitters."

"Ight."

Not bothering to knock, I bust into the room to see the toxic couple go back and forth about God knows what.

"You can't knock?"

"Well, this is my momma room, right?" I asked, holding no smoke.

"Maje, what do you need?" Momma asked, cracking a tired smile.

This lady was letting this man steal her happiness away and it was starting to show. Before he came around, her smiles would shine bright but now she was diming.

"Well, I came to ask where's my baby at but Antique already told me he is still at the sitters. Did you want me to go pick him up?"

By this time, he knew the conversation he was having with my mother would have to wait.

"I was just going to pick him but if you want to you can pick him up." She replied, leaving the space to go to the restroom.

"How about we go together? Me, you, and Antique. We can stop by the smoothie shop on the way."

"Y'know that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all." She sighed in relief, sitting on the toilet.

"So...you just finna leave without finishing our conversation?" Jason Abode, Alias's biological father and our nightmare of a stepfather, butted in.

"What y'all was doing was yelling, not having a conversation. She's done and we are going out." I stated, waving him away.

"Nadege, you're going to let her dismiss me like that? This is why we can't be a family."

"I am a grown ass woman and my mom does not control what I say any longer. We, as adults, can address any issues. As far as families go, where's the effort on your side? Ain't none, so stop tryna play victim."

Mom knew to just let me have at him because we both know that she was tired of the constant back and forth. Jason and I had a fairly good relationship until he met Satan and turned on all of us. I couldn't even tell you when he decided to be an ass to us but we could feel the change. It was like none of us matter any more. We all just became strangers in the matter of seconds. Before we knew it, he had leeched his way in sucking the life out of us. He had a way of getting under your skin with his venom slick words. I don't think I really heard him curse but when he wanted to hurt your feelings he made sure he hit below the belt without a second thought. Just like that, he was another failed attempt at an example of what a man is supposed to be. I have zero respect for him and I am not afraid to let the world know. He's lucky that I love my brother very much.

"Man, whatever. Do what you want but just know I won't be here when you get back."

"Yeah you will. You have nowhere else to go, bro." A monotone voice sounded through the room.

I turned around to see Antique posted at the door. Now, if you thought I was wild at the mouth...Antique is definitely the fucking jungle. I giggled, smiling like the proud sister I am.

He rolled his eyes, keeping quiet.

Ya hoe.

"C'mon mama. It's almost four and we don't wanna keep the ole lady waiting."

Momma looked at us with a proud glint in her eye.

We good ma, don't you worry. Settling for less ain't in our vocabulary.