Velvet (Stand-Alone-Human)

Sick Of It!

Chapter

7

"Sick of it!"

Waking up sweating like a pig was something common for me. The room was silent but my senses were high giving off an eccentric scream in my eardrums. My heart was racing and I could feel the beats on my wrist and ankles.

"Shit..." I wiped my brow and swung my legs over the side of the bed. As soon as my feet touched the cold floor, I felt it go up my spine and hit my neck sending my nerves in a 'get yo' ass back in bed' rush.

Just as it delivered, I gave in and jumped back into the bed.

"Child---what's wrong with you?"

Momma stood in the arch of the doorway in her bulky house coat. She'd been here all week long why dad was on a men's gathering in Detroit.

"Mom, I'm fine." I wiped my brow with my hand again...I had accumulated sweat even after the first wipe.

"You don't sound like you are fine Velvet." She walked over and sat down on the end of my bed. The damn thing had an awful creaking noise when anyone sat on it, thanks to the girls for their monkey tricks and watching "Dance Mom's".

"Ma' don't ...you will wake the monster." I pointed to the couch where my daughter had camped out on every night she stayed with me but the blanket was half way on the floor as well as the pillow.

"I guess she was there," I mumbled and mom laughed.

"Girl, both those babies are in the bed with me. They came in there together talking about there was a great big bear in the house...come to find out the bear was nobody but their tired momma sleeping like the dead."

I blushed and groaned. My daughters had a way of making jokes---they got that from their dad.

"I'm really tired. The boss has been working my ass too much."

"Girl watch that tongue!" Momma slapped my thigh making it sting.

"Sorry Ma'---you caught me off guard. I told you I was tired."

"Well, I don't want you working at that old gym anyways. Why don't you get you an office job or something...maybe something at the church baby?" Momma pushed the dark strand-veil back away from my cheek. My hair was damp from my sweat, I needed a shower.

"Mom, I'm going to bathe." I stood and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

"Honey, I've been thinking..." She started, walking in the bathroom. I just said I needed to bathe...

"Yes, Ma?" I turned to face her while getting my things together.

"You need a break baby...now, I've been saving up some money and I think that it will be good if you go on and try to take a little vacation."

The worried lines under momma's eyes were screaming, begging me to take her offer. I had to do something but putting more stress on my mom by leaving my hell-raisers with her and dad, it wouldn't give me much a vacation at all.

"Mom—you older and dad, he's got responsibilities...I can't leave the girls with Nala or Naomi---but of course I'd rather leave them with Na' than Nala." I rambled and mom stood there like a deer in headlights before her expression changed to anger.

"Girl if you don't listen to me! Those babies help me out so much when you are at work. I enjoy my time with them, I don't regret it. Regina...you know Regina Morris that just got on the choir, she walked in the other day complaining about caring for her grandbabies. I told her instantly that the reason why she struggle is because she don't value the moment like I do."