Just Be A Man About It

9.2

I walk in the house and collapse on the couch. Malik carries Amar upstairs to his bedroom. I need to get away from all this madness. I just need a couple of days without complete and utter bullshit. That's all. It's not like I'm asking for everyone to drop off the face of the Earth. I just need some fucking peace. The doorbell rings and I sit up, but Malik races to the door.

"I got it, babe. Don't worry about it," he says.

I give him a small smile and lay back down.

"Oh, hello Malcolm. We heard that Naomi was out of the hospital and wanted to stop by."

Oh hell no! Not them. Please, God! Don't let it be them!

"My name is Malik, and Naomi is resting," Malik says, clearly showing the same irritation I have for them.

"Non-sense, I see her laying on the couch," my mother says, barging past Malik.

My mother walks in followed by Dumb and Dumber, Sugar Daddy, and Jason. Malik gives me a sympathetic look. I just wave it off. My mother, sisters, and Lawrence stand while Jason sits down on the love seat next to where I am laying.

"Don't bother sitting down Jason. We'll be leaving soon anyway."

Please hurry up and leave.

My mother turns to me with a look of disgust on her face.

"Honestly Naomi, it seems like you would be trying to get a job rather than laying there watching television," my mother says while turning it off.

I sit up and rub my temples. The doctors said that I would be having some minor headaches since one of my injuries dealt with my head hitting the steering wheel, and this lady is pushing it.

"So Naomi, where do you work, or did you even work at all?" Andrea says, snickering along with Michelle.

It is taking everything in me not to attack everyone in this room except for Jason and Malik. Malik starts to massage my shoulders, seeing how pissed I was getting, but it wasn't working. I was still angry and I was going to be angry until they left my life completely. I hate that I'm related to them. I was always treated like shit. Even though Jason was there for me, my mother would try to keep him away from me since I didn't except her idea of a "lavish" lifestyle. When really she was taking this man's money right under his nose, and he was too blinded by "love" to see that.

"Don't worry about where the fuck I work, considering the fact that you two wouldn't know how to spell job application if it bit you in the ass!"

Malik and Jason chuckle a little while Andrea and Michelle stand there looking stupid.

"Mom! Are you going to let her talk to us that-"

"Yes the fuck she is because she can get some of this venom in here system, too! This my fucking house, and I will say whatever the fuck I want to!"

I look at my mother and sisters' facial expressions. This is it, Naomi. Let all that shit out.

"I am so sick of you three trying to make a fucking fool out of me. Andrea and Michelle, you think that you are better than me because you had everything handed to you out the ass crack of that man over there," I say, pointing to Lawrence, "but if he, one day, decided to leave y'all, then what? Y'all wouldn't be shit else but the poor Andrea and Michelle y'all were before Lawrence came into the picture, especially since you both dropped out of high school and don't even have a chance of getting a good job except for working the drive-thru window at McDonald's. I'm not even bashing McDonald's workers, because I was one of them during my college days. I couldn't make a living off of that for Amar and I. Hell, most McDonald's workers can't live off of the checks they are getting unless they are in a higher position than that. That's when I knew I had to do what the fuck I had to do in college and make shit happen. Neither you two or mother know anything about that. She dropped out too. Now, look at where she's at. Begging for money to keep her fake ass "lavish" lifestyle, knowing damn well that if he cut her off right now, she'd be back to cleaning hotel rooms and barely making enough money to put a hot meal on the table for you guys."