The Groupie's Game ×Rafael Alcántara×

×1× Gretna Living

"11 Then He said: "A certain man had two sons. 12 And the younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the portion of goods that falls to me.' So he divided to them his livelihood. 13 And not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, journeyed to a far country, and there wasted his possessions with prodigal living. 14 But when he had spent all, there arose a severe famine in that land, and he began to be in want. 15 Then he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. 16 And he would gladly have filled his stomach with the pods that the swine ate, and no one gave him anything."

Luke 15:11-16

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In which I learn the meaning of "Sufficient"
determiner
"enough; adequate"

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I slowly opened the door to the apartment that I lived in with my brothers and dad. It was a cheap piece of crap but it offered a roof over our heads for the spring rain, window space for fans in the summer, radiators for the winter, and walls for the chilly autum air.

The smell of floor cleaner and bleach filled my nostrils as I crept inside the dark living roon. My head turned to then location of the smell. I flicked the light on and I smiled out of relief. Orion got the kitchen for me, good.

After standing all day working, serving rude customers, and getting yelled at by managers for missteps; you don't feel like returning home at 11 at night to clean the kitchen. You pay your youngest brother $5 to do it for you before your dad comes home.

I ripped off the satchel that hung over my shoulder, and threw it at the torn leather couch. I did a dance as it landed perfectly on a red throw pillow. A book that I had recently completed peeked out, taunting me for a re-read. But I couldn't waste no time.

I tip toed towards my younger brother's room in hope that he were awake.

Then again, who could sleep with all this nosie?

Our noisy neighbors who partied every night were even louder tonight. Their five kids were running all around, jumping and all that mess. Enough was enough.

I walked across the living room to Orion and Victòr's bedroom, where I hope they'd be fast asleep. I pressed my ear to the door, hearing hushed whispers. Swinging the door open with hand on hip, I see my two brothers under the covers. Two tufts of hair poke out as I see them tossing their controllers.

"Are you guys playing FIFA, again?" I scold them, and they start to snicker. "I don't know why dad would waste $70 on a game can't nobody win." I tsk.

"Correction: you can't win at this. Cause you suck." Victòr taunts me, coming from under the covers.

See, Victòr is the middle child. Rightfully so, but he chooses to be a smart alec so that he gets the attention that Orion and I get.

"Besides, can't nobody sleep with all that ruckus going on up them stairs." He continues, throwing the sheets off of himself. "I'm gonna tell 'em folks that they best keep it down." Victòr stands up, putting his hands on his hips.

"First of all, Vic, papa told you that you need to speak properly." I over exaggerate on properly. "And no, you won't tell 'em to keep it down." Victòr rolls his eyes and sits down, defeated. I see a little bit of black straight hair poke out of the sheets, and I smiled sympathetically. "Orion, how about you and me go tell them to keep it down."