The Collide

Chapter 1

"FERN! This is the 4th time I've come in here within the same hour. Wake the hell up and come help me with these damn kids!" My mother yells, before slamming my door and making me jump up from my sleep. I roll over on my back, blinded by the sun as my eyes focused on the white ceiling above me.

My head was pounding and stomach was turning, I'm currently suffering from a hang over. Last night was my best friend Jasmines birthday. She'd just turned 19, and decided she throw a party. The whole Howard county was there, let's just say nobody left out sober.

"I'm fucked up" I slurred as I struggled with getting out of bed, my knees hit the floor making me hiss in pain as I crawl over to my bathroom and sit beside my toilet. It felt like someone was punching me in my stomach. Never mix Hennessy with Tito's & Pink Whitney.

Before I could even register what was happening, everything I drank and ate yesterday came up. I threw up for about 5 minutes, sat next to the toilet for 10 minutes and got myself clean and ready in 20 minutes.

I threw my soft locs into a bun, sprayed my face with my moisturizer and made my way downstairs to our kitchen.

"Look who's finally out of bed." My brother River smiles while shoving a piece of turkey bacon into his mouth.

I glare at him before grabbing the box of Honey Nut Cheerios from the pantry, grabbing a hand full of Cheerios and stuffing my mouth.

"Aren't you suppose to be at school?" I question him.

"Aren't you suppose to be down stairs changing poopy diapers?" He smirks, making me roll my eyes and push past him towards the fridge. I pour myself a glass of milk and make my way down to the basement, where I'm greeted with loud screaming children, and an impatient mother.

"Here go change his diaper, he smells poopy." She said while handing baby Brian over to me. He's one of my favorite babies. He's chunky, only 6 months and barely ever cries. He's lucky he's cute.

"We need to get you potty trained sir." I roll my eyes and lay him on our built in changing table.

He coos at me moving his body in every which way, making it hard for me to take apart his onesie.

I quickly grab a toy for him to play with while I change him, keeping him occupied and still.

"Jesus you stink." I say scrunching up my face, while putting his diaper into a plastic bag and tossing it into the trash.

"Get use to it. You'll have your own one day." My mom says as she grabs baby Brian from the changing table just as I finish, and plants a big kiss on his fat cheeks.

"Nah ma, I'm not having kids. I'd like to live a child free, man free and peaceful life somewhere in Mexico." I said confidently making my mother scoff.

"You wanna be lonely for the rest of your life ? That's pathetic." She says making me shrug.

"Maybe I'll get a puppy. I'm not pressed for that kind of lifestyle."

"What kind of lifestyle?" My mother questions.

"Having kids, getting married.. you know. I'm tired of being disappointed. I'm tired of having to beat on niggas for disrespecting me." I said making my mother gasp.

"Watch your mouth, we still run a daycare." She glares making me shrug.

"My fault."

"But honey you can't let what happened in your last relationship back in high school stop you from adventuring out and finding love. You're an adult now. Now one thing I will advise you on is to stay the hell away from them college boys. They will break your heart." My mother says making me chuckle.