Unfortunately Lucky (bxb)

Chapter 1

*Beep Beep Beep*

"CJ!! Get yo ass up it's time for school!" Ma yells out from outside my room. I keep my eyes closed and feel around for the alarm clock going off on my phone. I think about what day it is and remember that it's the first day of school. I groan and get out of bed. I despise going to school.

"Can't wait till I fuckin graduate." I  groggily whispered to myself.

I look at my phone to see if anyone messaged me last night, only to see zero texts. I only really have two good friends that have been with since the beginning. Trey and Demetrius are my niggas for life. I would do anything for them and vice versa. Those are my brothers, and it's always gonna be us versus the world. I smirk at the thought of that and reminisce over all the dumb shit we've done over the past couple of years. Getting caught smoking weed by Trey's grandma in freshman year. Speeding through the city past curfew blasting music for the whole world to hear. Vandalizing our teacher's cars cause they gave us failing grades.

"Imma miss those niggas when we graduate " I said to myself out loud, with a smirk on my face.

We all had different plans for what we were going to do after high school. Trey was going to college out of state and Demetrius was going to help out with his parent's business. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life except get out of the hood and make my life better, unlike my parents. They were never good with money and as a result, we've always lived in really bad areas or with distant family members until we could afford a space to live in. My parents argue a lot and sometimes it gets physical. They never took their anger out on each other though, instead, they thought that I, their own child, was the perfect punching bag. I still remember the beatings I would receive if I looked at my pops the wrong way, or if I asked Ma a question that she was too annoyed at to answer.

As a result, we don't talk to each other much, and when we do, it's usually nothing nice. Now that I'm older and taller they know it's a wise decision to take their frustrations out on something else. Ma resorted to smoking cigarettes like they're the best thing the universe has to offer. And Pops,  despite being 6'4, and fit for his age, is usually on his ass passed out drunk after downing a bottle of whiskey. Neither one of them care about where I go or what I do and deep down, that hurts. Having parents that don't care about the well-being of a child that didn't ask to be born fucking sucks. And yet, despite all that, I still got some love for them. As much as I do love them tho, I don't respect them as parents. They don't deserve that title.

"CJ! If I have to tell you one more time!!" Ma yells, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Ight!! I'm coming!" I yell back as I get up and enter my closet.

"Goddamn." I whisper to myself while searching the closet for a fit.

When I'm done getting dressed, I head downstairs to see Pops passed out as usual on the recliner and Ma sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of wine.

"Ma, it's 7:30 in the morning, what the fuck?" I say, looking at the already half-empty bottle.

"Shut the fuck up and mind your business nigga, I'm grown and I can do whatever I want." She says, with disgust in her voice.

"Why you so fucking rude? I never said you couldn't anyway." I say, with annoyance in my voice.

"Good, and keep it that way, know your place lil boy."

"I'm not about to argue with you right now, poison yourself some more I don't care anymore" The pain in my chest starts to build. I'm getting angry.

"Nigga, why are you still here?" She asked. "Get the fuck out of my house and take yo ass to school and go learn some shit, maybe then you can tell me what I can do in my house!" She angrily yells.