SOULMATES

6

Anger pov

Sunday morning i woke up feeling like shit per usual. Completely forgot i had 3 children in my house that was possibly sleep right now.

I got out the bed and sighed. With only my boxers on i went into my bathroom and did my morning piss.

Before i went to sleep i was up thinkin about how these kids could even get an idea that they were mine. No foster home or orphanage would just drop kids off randomly and not check the person that's finna own the kids or sum. Shit ain't addin up.

I got dressed for the day and walked right into the guest room where the oldest was sleeping.

He was up staring at the tv.

"Yo."

He turned his head slowly and nodded to me.

"Lemme ask you sum. What's ya name?"

"Kamanii." he answered straight forward.

"How old is you?"

"15. How old is you?" he asked.

"Ain't nobody fuxkin' around wit yo punk ass. Where the fuck did you n ya siblings come from?"

Yea i was a bit aggressive but ion give a fuck.

"I told you what happened. We got up outta there and went to the nigga that was our father. I mean not gon lie i didn't care who you was. I know i just needed to get up outta there." He replied.

"So you put ya own family in danger? Youn even know who the fuck i am. I coulda been a killer or sum!" I snapped.

"Na everyone that's from round here know who you are. I may have not known you 100% but i know you not gonna hurt no kids." He said while looking at me.

"You don't know shit." I responded.

"I didn't leave them by themselves, i slept with them, its coo."

I shook my head and chuckled. "Listen. Y'all cant be here for long. I'm not yalls dad. I'm 22 my damn self. I woulda knew if i had a kid at 7."

He just shrugged his shoulders. "It's coo, we'll be out ya way."

I stared at him for a minute before leaving.

I turned around to leave and bumped into the little boy who seemed like he was going straight into the room.

"Oh! Goodmoring can i have something to eat. I'm starving!" He whines while looking up at me.

I looked down at him with a blank face.

"Sure i guess, where's the other one?" I asked while slightly pushing him out the way so i can walk. Of course i heard his little steps follow behind me.

"She's still sleep...i think."

Once we made it into the kitchen he struggled to sit on one of the high chairs near the island so i helped him up.

(image of how i see the kitchen🤓, you can picture whatever you want ofc)

"So what's you nd your sisters names?" I asked him while taking two bowls of cereal out the cabinet.

"My name is Sayore and Her name is Nazel." He responded.

"Damn, y'all got some dope names forreal."

"W-what's your name?" He asked me while reaching out for the bowl i just filled with Lucky Charms and milk.

"Anger." I replied while leaning on the island, playing with the cereal with my spoon.

"What kinda a name is that?" He asked bluntly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It has a few meanings i guess."

"Are you angry like right now?" he asked me while chewing.

I shrugged my shoulders and chomped onto the spoon.

"That's a weird name for someone who doesn't look angry." He spoke again.

"Ion look angry to you?" I asked while sitting up straight.

"The tattoos on your face makes you look scary. But angry? Nope."

I couldn't help but smirk a little and shook my head. "Youn like the face tats?"

He stood up on the chair and reached out to touch my face. I flinched back a little before realizing he just wanted to feel the tattoos for some reason i can't even tell you.

"Oh wow these are real!" His face looked shocked.

"Alright alright that's enough." I moved away from him and turned around. What the fuck am i doing?

"Look, i'm glad you feel comfortable n all to eat my food n shit but i'm not your dad. I'm not your brother nor your sisters dad either. I don't know y'all so therefore don't feel free to be getting close n shit cuz we not cool ya hurd?"

He just gave me a blank look. Of course he did he's like 5. I sighed and shook my head.

"I know you were probably excited to find your dad n shit but. This ain't y'all home."

"Why cant it be? This place is so big!" He replied.

"Because i don't have custody- look, this is just what it is. Soon y'all gonna be up n outta here with a real family; someone that can actually take care of you. Kids weren't on my agenda this year."

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"So you got 3 kids in ya house that randomly popped up out of nowhere?" Lance repeated with a confused look.

"Yup. This shit is crazy." i replied whole inhaling my blunt.

"You gonna take em back where they came from?"

"Man ion know... they obviously left because they wasn't getting treated right. I mean they in a orphanage, i know what that's like and that was horrible." I stated.

I sighed and shook my head and passed him the blunt.

"Maybe this was supposed to happen, like destiny or some shit!" He said while inhaling.

I looked at him with a blank stare. "Nigga you're so weird."

He chuckled at himself. "Look ion know what you finna do about them children but maybe this is a good thing. You've been miserable for so long. You have no one that loves you but me, so maybe you should consider keeping them and raising them yourself."

I shook my head no. "I never intended on havin 3 kids at the age of 22. One of them motha fuckas is 15 damn near a little brother. I don't know how to enroll kids in school and ion know shit about watching kids."

"You didn't try to prepare yourself?" Lance asked.

"Prepare for what?"

"...The baby." he mumbled.

I stayed silent.

flash back******

"Baby you gonna have to learn one day. You do understand he'll be here soon." She spoke.

I nodded my head and continued to count my money, separating the 20s from the 50s and the 50s from the 100s. "I know i know. I'll get the hang of it youn gotta worry."

She wobbled over to me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. "Come on, let's go lay down you been recounting this money all day. Lance always comes through. In fact that's the only nigga that really got ya back out of everyone."

I looked up at her. She ain't wrong ion even know why i'm trippin.

I got up and hugged her tightly and sighed.