Free To Go
1995
Adina's POV
I woke up that afternoon, just hittin' 12 PM.
Goin' through my usual routine, still kinda feelin' down. I mean, who wouldn't be? Nothin's been goin' right for me for a while.
My Mom had already left for work, not sayin' much besides that she loved me. I appreciated those words, even if they were the only ones she could let come from her mouth. She looked in a bad place—
She woke up late, totally on a rush, agonized about going to work. I couldn't blame her at all for feelin that way. I felt deep sorrow for my mama, feelin' nearly the same as she was.
Eugene slept on the couch last night, still knocked out. He stayed up almost all night watchin' some stupid late-night anime series from the cable.
It pissed me off that I had to go to work the day after Mama P's funeral.
I got dressed, no choice but to complain but still go on with my to-do's.
Usually, Angelo would be waitin' in the driveway, but he wasn't there. I'll just call him—maybe he woke up late or he's on his way now—I don't know.
All I did was wash my face, moisturize with Vaseline, and put on some mascara as I waited for Angelo.
Now sittin' at the dining table, fingers fiddlin' nervously and impatiently, I still heard no honks or anything. Maybe I should call him now—I really don't wanna be late, yo.
I got up, made my way to the home phone, quickly dialin' his number. It rang, but no answer. The process repeated it self a couple of times until I just gave up. Irritated as hell when he still hadn't showed up. Damn, where is this mothafucka at???
It's been 15 minutes already, what the hell??
I had no choice but to go to the living room and wake Eugene up. I pushed, lightly slapped, and shoved him until he finally woke up. His eyes squinted from the bright natural lights coming from outside inside the house through the windows.
"What the hell, D?" His voice rasped as he sounded irritated.
"I need to go to work, Eugene," I said.
"Then go to work." He turned back around, making me roll my eyes.
Eugene hates being woken up.
"No, Gene! I need a ride!" I exclaimed.
He groaned. "Stop yellin'..."
I huffed, rolling my eyes. "Angelo hasn't come here yet. If I'm late, I'm gonna be in deep trouble, okay? Can you just take me to work? It's only about a 20-25 minute drive, Gene. C'mon now, this is what brothers are for!" I spoke hurriedly.
I heard Eugene huff before he had finally gotten up from his sleeping position. He now sat on the couch, trying to let all his senses regulate.
"Gene, c'mon!!" I shook him.
"Aight, aight!" He finally got up before grabbing his keys off the coffee table.
I scurried over to the dining table, grabbing my purse and everything I needed before we finally went outside and into his car.
Eugene actively looked like he was still annoyed and tired.
Never wake this man up from his rest.
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Marshall's POV
I was shoved over and over and over again until my eyes finally shuttered open.
