Angelic
When I got back home, the living room was clean. I was surprised someone cleaned it up. I put my bag in my room and went into the kitchen.
Calvin was sitting on the chair with his elbows on the counter. I didn't bother saying anything to him as I got a bottle of water out of the fridge.
As I was about to walk out, he stopped me, "Aye Ang, can I ask you a question?"
"What?" I answered coldly.
"Damn, without the attitude. Why were there broken dishes on the floor?"
"Mom spazzed out on some dude she had over here," I walked out and went to my room, ending the conversation.
I didn't want to talk to him or our mother. Shit was pointless . Trying to tell two grown people right from wrong was a waste of time. They did what they wanted to do and will deal with the consequences.
I reached under my bed and rolled a blunt. I lit it and took a hit, blowing it from my mouth, facing my head up ar the ceiling.
I was calm instantly as I relaxed my muscles. There was a knock on my door, "Ang, open up. I know you smoking, it's loud," of course it was Calvin.
I continued smoking, not answering him. I was still sitting on the bed when he opened the door, "So you not gonna share?"
"The fuck I need to share for?? Ain't you selling weed and dope, why can't you smoke from that?" I glared at him.
He sighed, "I knew you were gonna be petty."
"Damn right, now get the fuck out my room."
"Nah, I know you mad at me, but you'll be happy once I tell you how much I made," he got closer.
"I don't care."
"You gonna care," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of money.
"$500. That was less than two hours."
"Congratulations, what you want? A cookie? A party?" I asked sarcastically.
"What I want is for you to treat me with some respect."
I glanced at him like he had three heads, "Treat you with respect?? You a grown man as you said and you begging for respect?? So you Aretha Franklin now?"
I folded my arms across my chest, looking at him.
"You treat me like I'm a damn baby, let me help out around here because I know you need the extra money, we both need it ."
"The way you're making it isn't right."
He sighed.
"You know what? Since you a grown man, pay the bills, electric and water, go ahead," I leaned into the bedhead.
"Alright, I made enough money to pay for both."
"Good, you can leave now," I dismissed him.
He got up and shook his head. He closed the door behind him when he left.
I took another hit of the blunt, calming down. I took a deep breath as I stared at the ceiling.
The next day, I went to go see Candice at her job.
Luxury. It was one of the best strip clubs in town. I knew a lot of people came here daily.
I sat in the purple satin chair as the women were twirling on the poles. The men were in a trance as they watched. Some of them were stuffing dollar bills in their g-strings.
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Smoke Vibes
Teen FictionAngelic Michel is living the hard knock life. She needs an extra couple of dollars, but she has her limits on what she would do. What would she do to make it?