My Trophy Boy

A1S4: Who's Home

Act 1: Scene 4
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It was Friday.

I woke up unusually early, so I decided to make scrambled eggs on toast for Paris and I. Lazy shit was still asleep. She was supposed to be taking a jog or some shit before school, but since it was Friday I allowed it.

I ate, brushed my teeth, showered, moisturised my hair and skin before I woke up Paris. We had a full blown argument, because she wanted to sleep longer, though she knew she should be going to sleep at a reasonable time. She needs to be waking up early as it's routine!

We were cursing; swearing for a good 10 minutes until we heard the front door open.

Shit.

It was the witch that birthed us. She returns home on rare occasions for reasons unknown to us. We may see her a couple of times a month at most, or if we're fortunate every few months. She doesn't interact with us, but when our paths cross she will make it her mission to make it our living hell. Typical arguments with that woman would be her screaming, 'get out my house', or 'give me money', or 'I am how am, because of you'. It was draining, but it was something we just dealt with from time to time.

From the age of 11 she didn't buy shit. She didn't buy: food, clothes for our growing bodies, toiletries, and just about paid the bills- if she felt generous. There's been nuff' times where we've had no electric for weeks and the water was ice cold. There's been many times where Paris and I have worn shitty clothes that didn't even fit us, but yet still had to go out on road. That's when I started to steal shit. I stole shoes and blankets from charity shops, because their items weren't tagged. Cheap places like Primark even had tags on them, so we were limited with our choices.

I then got a mini job at 12 working at the corner shop. It lasted about a year until they closed down, because the shop keeper got stabbed by a local gang member.

I made enough money to buy arts and craft boxes so Paris and I could make and sell products at school. Money also allowed us to eat properly. At the time we found where our mum's mum lived. I can't remember how, but we stalked her for weeks until she clocked us and took us in. We didn't live with her, but she taught us how to do things to look after ourselves. Well.. she was old and sick so she needed someone to do things for her, and with those chores we learnt how to upkeep for ourselves.

As she briskly grew iller and incapable over the year, I dealt with her paperwork and bills. CJ would come over and rinse out her bank account or purse. We needed the money to survive and she was dying anyways. She knew what was happening as she was a sharp woman, but never brought it up. I also made sure CJ did it, because the guilt was too much for my conscience.
Paris on the other hand.. she learnt how to cook and clean, which made our grandma happy. Our grandma would compliment Paris and say she had 'angel hands'.

My uncles and aunts are shit. They lived stable healthy lives, but they no longer had a relationship with our mum, therefore had no interest in her kin (us) whatsoever. At my grandma's memorial a while back one aunt gave me and Paris a £20 note as she saw us on the street walking. But the gesture wasn't appreciated as she told us after giving us the money, "Don't snort my money away now kids." Before driving off. I wouldn't have took the money, but we needed it. The money she gave us was our electricity bill as our mum forgot to pay it.

We have never attended a family gathering as we were never welcomed. Once, as kids we snuck into a hall where a party was being held. It was a family event and CJ, Paris and I were surprised to see how much 'family'- well relatives we had. We were threatened by big black men who said "If we see your rat looking asses again we won't hesitate to bruk you up!" before being chucked out the hall. We were laughed at as they mocked "Crackhead tramp pickney!"

Those people weren't our family. My family were CJ and Paris. CJ had love for his mum though.

CJ's mum was our first cousin and got pregnant at 14, which was looked down upon by our extended relatives. She started mixing with our mother, who too was an outcast, and got a flat in the block next to ours. Kessandra, CJ's mum wasn't a bad woman, but did turn to prostitution, drink and drugs which made things worse over the years. However, she still managed to look after and care for CJ. On occasion she brought us food and school uniforms as long as she did for CJ. She helped me and Paris by putting us into primary and secondary school, since our mother couldn't even do that.

At 13 CJ dropped out of school for bad and 'aggressive' behaviour. He was average academically, but was a troubled child. His dad was a known gangster and died when CJ was 11. So CJ saw a lot of things growing up which influenced his path to go down a similar route.

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Paris got ready for school and ate her breakfast. I tidied up the kitchen and made sure all my belongings were kept in a safe place in my room. Marcia, our mother, went to the living room in quiet and began to watch tv. Paris and I were on guard, because this woman likes to switch up randomly with her unpredictable self.

"Ayt see ya' later bro." Paris safe'd (fist pumped) me.

"Be good." I told her as I usually do before locking up.

I went to my room and started with my little website project. Let's see if I can get through this day successfully in peace. It would be a miracle if the woman didn't come into my space to disrupt and start beef with me.

*Sighs*

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A/N:
A little insight into Holland's, CJ's and Paris' past 👀
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