Moving On Is Hard [Trilogy]

Who is That????

@talliaw as Tallia

@lilmiss143 as Monique

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::Tallia::

“Lia, are we going to see Brandon today” my little sister, Monique asked in reference to going to see our older brother who was killed by a stray bullet, 2 months ago. Today would’ve been his 25th birthday, and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him, he was like a father to me, since our own had walked out on us, about a year after Monique was born. “Maybe later, I need to finish studying for my finals” I told her. Monique is only 12, and she had a better ‘father-daughter’ bond with Brandon than she did with our dad, who had only seen her maybe 5 times since he walked out on us, as a matter of fact she was closer to Brandon than she was to our own mother. I’m not gonna even get into the story about that lady right now, I love her dearly, but I don’t love the person she’s become. “Ok” she said as she skipped off to go back into her room. My sister and I are very close, so close that for like 2 years of her life she was calling me ‘mommy,’ as you can probably imagine, my mother was not happy about that, but it was her own fault for leaving, a then two year old, with a 7 and 13 year old, when Brandon was like 14/15 he sat Monique down and explained to her that we weren’t her parents, and to call Michelle (our mother) mommy. At the time Monique was about 3 maybe 4, and she was confused, because Michelle was never really around, so she didn’t feel comfortable calling a ‘stranger’ mommy, so she simply didn’t address her at all, and called Brandon and I by our names. One day she slipped and called me mommy, and Michelle was not the happiest person when she heard that, and later that night we got into an argument about it, and started to be around the house a little more, until Monique started call everybody by their right names.

Anyway, I’m Tallia, and I’m 19 years old, and I’m a sophomore at Clark Atlanta University. I commute to school, for Monique’s safety, since our ‘mother’ likes to bring random men home, who practically eye-rapes Monique and I, so while she’s at school, so am I, and that way I know she’s safe. I currently work at DTLR part-time, and let Monique stay at one of her friends’ house, until I get off. Whenever she has break from school, and I don’t, I rent a hotel near my school, for us to stay in until she has to go back, Michelle never notices. After this semester, I’m transferring to AIU (American Intercontinental University), since the campus is closer to where I live, and I won’t have to constantly go through the toll both, just to go back and forth to school. My dad’s a bastard, after he left he visited started to visit Brandon a lot, after Brandon turned 18, and I’ve begun to see him a lot more as well now that I’m over 18, and he doesn’t acknowledge Monique at all, so I know he waits until we’re all at the age where he no longer has to pay child support before he enters our lives on a more regular basis, bitch ass move. My mom has issues I can’t even begin to explain, I think she entered a ‘depression’ after ‘dad’ walked out, and has been trying to ‘find herself’ ever since, sad shit. That’s pretty much my life, one day it won’t be, that day will be the day I graduate college with a degree in criminal justice, and help my sister and I escape the bullshit brought on by our so-called mother, but if Michelle cleans up her act, she’s welcomed to join us in a better life. It’s not like she’s paying for me to go school, that’s part of the reason I’m working now, the other part is being able to pitch in when Michelle can’t or won’t, including buying shoes and clothes for Monique and I, buying food, paying bills, and putting gas in the car. Yes, my mother and I share the car, but I’ve gotten smarter, and I will only put enough gas in the car to get me to school/work, and back with just enough left over to go to the gas station. I will take the bus or a cab, if she leaves or hasn’t returned before I head out or if there isn’t any gas in the car. But let me get back to studying, so I can go visit my brother’s grave, and put fresh flowers down.