Khalil

Chapter 5

"Hello?" A rough voice speaks through the phone, the body laid resting under the soft blankets turning slightly to the side. As his phone laid resting against his ear, an angry voice spoke through the cellar device, "Where the hell you at?" The male eyes widen as the voice rings through his ears, ain't nothing worse then an angry mama. His blue eyes squints as the light from the window glares at him. As his vision adjusts he looks to his corner dresser and the time read 10am. "Damn!" Smacking his lips, all while sitting up. "Damn is right! So tell me where you at? You was supposed to been here," His mother runs her mouth as he drags his hand through his waves. "Chill ma, I overslept it ain't no big deal," The male clears his throat, it was dry from sleeping so long.

"Boy who you think you talking to? Don't think cause you grown you can catch an attitude with me, in fact if you ain't here in ten minutes I swear to god, Khalil!" She screams through the phone, as Khalil lets out a breath of air, it was just another interview shoot.  "Alright I'll be there, damn aren't you supposed to be going to work anyway ma, why you all up in my grill?" Khalil says as he gets up out of bed, leaving his phone resting on the table tops, he could still hear his mother going off on him as he walks into the bathroom.

Turning the water on in the faucet he stops the sink feeling it up with water. "And I don't know what you were thinking missing the report yesterday? Khalil I don't know what is going on with you but you needs to get it together, you are next in head to own our family headquarters, so you-." Khalil submerges his head in the water some of it splashes on the floor, it was nice to drown himself every once in a while and clog out all the nonsense from his ears. He loves his mother, and values the family name, but sometimes it gets overwhelming and overbearing. Khalil lifts up letting the water sleep off his face, the little droplets fall back into the water runs his hand across his face. "I KNOW YOU ARE NOT IGNORING ME!"

"No ma I'm not ignoring you, I'm getting myself together, to head to the 'important interview'," Khalil says rolling his baby blue eyes. All these people wanted to ask him, was the same things that all these interview and press companies just wanted to know his life story, what he plan to do with H.A.G? Sometimes they even forced him to prove that his   unique blue eyes were his, with the tabloids claiming that he got surgery done on his eyes, which to him was fucking ridiculous.  "Just get there right now you already late, it's time for you to be responsible can't you at least do that? Jesus I don't understand you child, and I raised you. I took you from your drug addict of a mother a brought you up as my own, with so much luxury, and you can't even thank me for o-." "Alright Ma! Okay I get it, look I gotta get to the interview talk to you later," He says cutting the woman off, picking up the cellphone, he presses the end key.

Khalil had no intention of listening to her ramble out her nonsense to guilt trip him into doing what she wanted him to do. His mother knew all his buttons, and pushing them is how she got her way. He. sighs walking into his closet, different types of suits and shirts from designer pants to shoes to gold chains to cuffs, laid rested inside in neat order. He grabs some pants, a regular nice white shirt , with a few accessories, and a pair of Jordans.  Responsible! I'm always responsible. Khalil thinks back to his mother's words, his blue eyes narrow as he lets out a defeated sigh.  He buttons up the rest of his shirt grabbing his black jacket, and putting it on.

He heads out the door, not even admiring the beauty of his new apartment after finally moving out of his parents place the young adult, only hoped his life would become different, but sadly he was wrong. Being an adult didn't make him any more in control over his own life in fact he was more vulnerable only differences was he was legal. The suit and the tie didn't change anything, and his own home didn't matter in the end he was only a cash sign, to the people around him. That's how it always been, and that's how it always would be.