Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Ebony

It's March and I am working overtime in school to catch up. Drita is still throwing hints but I'm trying not to fight. Arod is still calling my phone. I wish he would just go away. He's even be messaging me on face-book. I walk into the living room and I take a seat by Ruth. "Ebony I think you should go to therapy. To talk about your problems," That throws me off guard. "Why do you say that? I'm doing better."

"I can still sense some anger in you. I think it would be good for you and Ivory to go to therapy." "I don't need therapy Ruth, I'm fine. Ivory is fine too." "Oh really, because I don't see somebody that is "fine" Ivory is troubled, and she's carrying a lot on her shoulders that she's not telling us. I would like for her to talk about." I think for a moment.

Ivory does seem troubled. I'm handling my problems fine. If going to therapy is what helps Ivory then I'll go, but I won't talk about my problems. "I'll think about it Ruth." I get up and put on my shoes.

"I'm going for a walk and I'll be back." On my way to the door, I see my parents sitting on the staircase. My heart drops to my stomachs. I start to turn around..."Ebony is that mama's baby?" mama say in her raspy voice. I turn around to face her and she's standing there in the clothes she got from Christmas. Well at least she didn't sell them.

"Hey mama, hey daddy." Daddy is sitting down trying to shoot up. "Hey, Ebony how you doing?" he greets. "Somebody took our house away. Ebony why did you let them take our house away?!" mama yells at me. "It's not my job to keep a roof over your head." I tell her. She laughs. "Oh, Ebony, your father and I need some money. We ain't got nothing to eat."

They don't eat really. "I don't have it mama." "Yes you do, all I'm asking is for twenty dollars so I can put some food in my stomach." "Mama what happened to ya'll?" I ask sadly. "Life! I'm sorry I ain't been the best mama but I am still your mama so give me some dang-on money!" I look into her eyes and I see anger and desperation. I dig in my pocket and hand her a twenty. She snatches it out of my hand happily. "Thank you baby," "Mama take that money and go get you some help, the next time I see you and you guys are still like this, I will walk past you like I don't even know you."

Ivory enters the building at looks at mama. I can see a flicker of anger in her eyes. "Hey dad," Ivory greets. Daddy throws his hand up at her. We look at each other. "Am I invisible, Ivory? My little rug bug. Tell your mama hey. " Ivory remains silent but continues to stare at mama. "Ivory! Ivory I'm speaking to you!" mama says harshly. "Good bye stranger." Ivory walks up stairs. I walk on out the door. At least she said something to her.