Royally Fucked

I:1 - The Royal Kiss

KENJI RUSHTON

When I got home on my seventeenth birthday, I was feeling a little lugubrious. It was all because of the fact that I'm getting closer to getting kicked out of the house. The initial thought that I had in mind when I saw my mom was that she was about to let me hear it again for god knows how many times already. All my life, my mother couldn't stop relentlessly expressing how she wanted me out of the house, just like she did with my older brother. The constant attack coming from the person who brought me into this world gradually made me believe that my life wasn't worth living for.

"Where in the world have you been, Kenji?" My mother inquired, looking rather p*ss*d that I came home late. Had she already forgotten that I also have a part-time job of my own? Or perhaps she just doesn't care that I'm trying to help around the house.

"We had overtime at the restaurant," I replied. I would've told her every single detail of what happened at the restaurant, including how my friends surprised me for my birthday, but I feel like she won't even listen to me.

"Mhmm? Tell that to a deaf person," she spat out, refusing to believe what I just told her.

Before my mom could even continue what she was about to say towards me, my sister Meredith just cursed out of the blue. "This pancake tastes like it came straight out of the toilet." She just turned fifteen a few months ago, and life's seemingly catching up way too fast for her. Apparently, she just entered her teenage rebel era. "Why are we even eating pancakes for dinner? Ugh!" The sound of blatant disgust and annoyance reverberated throughout her tone.

"Shhhh, quit complaining, Meredith. You know we are on a tight budget right now, and I would appreciate it if you just shoved that pancake in your mouth. Be thankful that I'm still feeding all of you," my mom said, pointing a spatula right onto her face. "You kids are ungrateful pieces of sh—."

Then Mom was cut off once again. "Ugh, move over, Michaela! You are taking up my space!" Maeve complained, ruthlessly pushing her sister over the edge. My sisters Maeve and Michaela are usually the catty type of girls in the house. At the ages of twelve and thirteen, all they knew was to fight each other for everything. At this point, I won't even be surprised if one day they end up fighting over a guy. The two eventually ended up pulling each other's hair, which ultimately caught Mom's utmost attention.

"Ugh! My head is about to explode!" Mom grabbed two knives and handed them over to Maeve and Michaela. "Here you go! Gut each other out and let's see who comes up on top."

Letting go of each other's hair, the two girls suddenly paused in utter silence.

"I know that's right," Mom breathed out. "You two girls, if you don't quit pulling each other's hair, I'mma be the one to chop them off of that thing you call your heads!"

I looked around the space, and yes, it was a total ruckus, just as I expected. Having three little sisters and a single little brother left and each of us having a different father was probably one of the worst things in the entire world. The only thing that we have in common is our eyes, which we all got from our mother, but that's just about it.

I looked around the space, and yes, it was a total ruckus, just as I expected. Having three little sisters and a single little brother left and each of us having a different father was probably one of the worst things in the entire world. The only thing that we have in common is our eyes, which we all got from our mother, but that's just about it.

Living in this two-bedroom apartment shouldn't be a problem, but having many rowdy kids in a living room slash kitchen could really get exasperating. Not only do you not necessarily have much room for privacy, but you are also constantly dealing with loud noise, fighting over something, and complaining about certain things. This was the regular story of my life, and honestly, I've had it. I just wanted a quick break from all of these shenanigans, except that taking a break is such luxurious sh*t that I can't afford it. Thankfully, I still have my youngest brother, Kalix, who's the sweetest of them all. He's the only one in this house who's been keeping my sanity together. Speaking of Kalix, I haven't seen him yet. Maybe he's playing with his paper airplane in our bedroom.