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I cover the 15-minute distance between my house and the store in 20 minutes because i chose to walk slowly. The longer im not home, the better.

When i am in front of my house, i use the possessive suffix 'my' loosely here, i head for the outdoor after waiting for something to happen in the house for a few minutes. If i was lucky, mother would fight with my stepfather over something as stupid as socks being somewhere they dont belong and the fight would turn into plates broken and mother running out of the house, feared for her life. She would come back when he is calmed down by his other darling who is at my age which is 25.

I stay in the same house with my stepfather who is married to mother and his girlfriend with whom he has a child.

The socks i meantioned earlier belong to the said girlfriend's child and thats why mother would probably start a fight, but it is still as stupid because at the end, she accepted the girlfriend not to lose Micheal, which she used to call Mikey, completely. She had it coming.

Nothing happened. It is one of the days that remain calm until it all hits rockbottom all of a sudden.

I drag my soul to the 3-floor building. We live on the first floor which is an advantage in some ways such as; It is easy to escape, but in case you want to kill yourself.. You'll only leave yourself with limbs broken. The building's second floor's wall is painted in a disturbing yellow. The floors were left grey when the consturtion was completed. They didn't see the need to color the walls, obviously because the people who would be living in this building didn't deserve to have something good to look at. The reason why the second floor is painted is that Mrs.Prendergast has enough money which she has because she makes her children beg, and she never ever accepts that, to have had it painted. She has 6 children, from whom it is uncertain in the gossip book, so its good business. Mother says she wouldn't make her children beg for the life of her.

But she can obviously make her child beg for mercy to her stepfather.

I knock on the door twice because im not allowed to have a key of my own hence I used 'my' loosely earlier.

Little JJ, my stepbrother, opens the door for me, happy that he can reach for the doorknob now whereas a year ago he couldn't. JJ is not the short form of a longer name. It is just and simply JJ. Micheal was not involved in his child enough to give him a real name. He believes that he needs to have 'heirs' all over the world so he makes them and leaves their care at the hands of.. people. Mostly me, in this case. Mother is not going to bother herself with a child that she didn't want to have in the first place. So, JJ depends on me when i am home. When i am not.. Nobody turns their head to look at him. Though,I never found him wet, because nobody helped him to the bathroom, when i came home from work. He was too afraid to wet himself.

JJ's brown eyes welcome me as much as his smiling face. You would think that his eyes belong to a man who has been through bad days, worse days and worst days but who has been strong since. They were deep.

He's 6.

I put my hand under his chin. "You're up."

He nods his head rapidly, giving me a toothless smile. "Did you buy cereals?"

"I did. Go on." I show him inside and we both head in before somebody, most probably Micheal, shouts at us, saying the door is to close, not to leave wide open.

"Lets eat. Lets eat." JJ hops up and down, clapping his hands in excitement. We walk to this area we use as kitchen. It is not seperated from this other area we use as living room. Other than this relatively larger area used as kitchen/living room, we have two bedrooms and a bathroom. In one, i stay with JJ and mother, in the other stays Micheal with the girlfriend whose name is, by the way, Paris. Except the occasional times when Micheal 'summons' mother to his 'chambers'.