Hood $henanigans

12

Onika Pov
her room

Here it goes on day two of me being in this room. Someone would come and check on me every once in a while. They want me to cook for them tonight, so that'll be when I come out.  I'm able to leave, but I don't really want to. I've really been at peace in here alone.

Staying in the room has helped me focus and reflect on myself. Some of the things I do are very uncalled for, but honestly I can't help it. I'm so used to having to do things without others knowing because of my family's protectiveness. Being in here I've thought back on the things that have happened to me, and i've also had crying sessions with myself. They help.

Now that i'm able to do things, i'm not really used to it. So, when I heard that I couldn't leave, I was eager to do so. It's like when i'm told no, it makes me want to do it even more. But this time really made no sense. I kept trying to think of a good reason as to why I'd disobeyed them, but every reason is selfish.

I even thought about apologizing to everyone, but I refuse to do that. They'll just have to notice change in me on their own. Only people I would really apologize to is Beyoncé and Michael. That's it.

It's not that the others don't deserve an apology, but they don't deal with me either. So it's only right that the ones I really give hell to, gets the apology. I already don't want to do it, so let's not overdo it.

"Princess when you gon come cook? I'm hungry!!" Micheal groaned flopping on my bed. If I wasn't trynna work on myself, he would've got put out.

Behind him came Marcus and Bryan. I just know Anthony is some where behind them. "I'm coming yall." I spoke softly. The Tv had my attention. How To Get Away With Murder is really my favorite show ever.

They all looked at me with scrunched up faces and eyed each other. Here goes the questions.

"Fuck wrong witchu?" They all asked at the same time. Why does something have to be wrong with me? I'm laying comfortably in my bed minding my business.

I ignored them still watching Tv. Maybe they'll leave because I do not want to feed into them right now.

Michael grabbed my face examining it closely. He widened my eyes looked into my mouth and checked my head with his palms. So extra. He went to look into my ears and I stopped him. "Stop Michael!" I shouted.

They all stood over me like I was some type of dead person. I looked up at them with a look of confusion because they're acting very weird.
"Why you being so.....ion know.....nice? Like why you ain't yelled and told us to leave you alone? Like Michael just rushed you basically and you ain't did nothing?" Marcus asked.

I sighed lowly and got up from the bed. If cooking for them will make this go away, so be it.

Everyone was downstairs and held surprised looks when they saw me walk out. I hadn't been out of the room all day and wasn't planning on it for the whole day. That was until Michael came and asked me to cook. He claimed he was tired of fast food and needed something that tasted like Mommas cooking.

Can't nobody else in this house cook, so he was left with me. I disagreed at first because I didn't want to leave the room, but he begged and begged. Then he got everyone else in the house to join his begging. So, I gave in.

"Babbyyy! You finally came out!!" Bey said happily from the floor. She was laid on her back playing the game with whoever else. "Hi." I said stepping over her. "The fuck?" I heard her whisper.

The kitchen was spotless, as I wanted it to be. I told all the boys if they wanted me to cook, they had to have the kitchen clean before and after i've finished. I'm not about to cook for everyone AND clean the messes. That's child labor.