Bred To Kill

Queen POV

I guess you could say that King was more like a parent then a brother to me. But with his untimely death, my mother was devastated by how we was going to keep up our hood-rich lifestyle. So me getting a job was the first thing on her list. Standing in the mirror, I looked at my thick 5’2 frame, dressed in my Popeye’s chicken uniform. Mann this wack-ass uniform didn’t do me any justice! The horrible, orange oversized shirt made me look like an Oompa Loompa, when in reality I had smooth, caramel skin. Fingering through my short brown hair that was styled into a cute bob, I placed the Popeye’s chicken visor on my head and walked out of my room. My mother sat on the couch with the air conditioning blowing, watching TV before she turned to speak. “What time you getting off today?” she said as she looked me up and down. “Around ten I think?” I responded while slipping on my black shoes for crews made personally for fast food workers. “Don’t you get paid today? Shit, I need some money to pay this fucking light bill!” my mother announced as she got off the couch, walking in my direction. “Well I can’t do shit about that! Maybe if you got yo ass up and tried to get a job, then you wouldn’t be worried about the light bill needing to be paid!” I spat. “What the fuck you think I look like working!” my mother scoffed as she folded her arms in dismay. “You look like a mother trying to take care of her fucking household!” I said as I rolled my eyes. “A bitch like me don’t have to work! When King was here he made sure I lived right!” “Well I ain’t King, and I will not be putting my life on the line just for yo ass to live the hood-rich life! So I guess you have to figure that light bill situation out yo self!” I yelled before grabbing my purse and heading out the front door. I marched down the street toward the bus stop, fuming at the fact that my mother’s lazy ass didn’t feel the need to take care of her household. To be honest, I didn’t even understand how my brother dealt with her stupid ass. After standing at the bus stop for a couple of minutes, I saw the bus coming down the street. I sighed as the bus stopped in front of me. Another day at the hell house, I thought as I boarded the bus and made my way to work. ~~~ When I made it back home, it was way after ten, but one thing I did notice when I walked up the porch steps was that our lights were still on. Thanking God that my mother finally listened to what I said, I walked into the house only to see her cuddled up on the couch with some old-school ass nigga. “Momma, who the fuck you got up in this house, lying up with you?” “Queen, stop being disrespectful. This my little friend Benny. You remember Benny?” “No the fuck I don’t, and that still doesn’t answer the question why he up in our house!” “Well miss rudeness, if you must know, Benny was kind enough to pay the light bill, since yo ass didn’t want to help yo momma out!” “So instead of getting yo fucking ass a job, you decided to go out and find a nigga to pay it for you?” “Queen, I'm not bout to have you disrespecting my company, just because yo selfish ass didn’t want to help out around here!” “So what did you have to do, to get him to pay yo light bill, Momma?” “Look here, little girl, mind yo business!” my mother said sternly before shooing me off. I rolled my eyes and stomped up the stairs. Everyone in the hood knew Benny no good ass! Benny was one of the old heads in the hood who still was on top of his game. He was known to have the purest of coke and a brothel full of hoes on his team. Everyone knew not to get involved with his grimy ass, because when you owed him money, he made sure you paid him and then some. The fact that my mother would stoop so low, to get into bed with this nigga, made me sick! Making it to my room, I gathered up my things to take a shower. Once in the shower, I scrubbed any trace of Popeye’s chicken from my skin. After getting fresh and clean, I was walking back to my room when I heard loud moaning and groaning coming from my mother’s room downstairs. I shook my head in disgust and walked into my room and slammed the door. Turning on my radio and blasting some music, I tuned my mother and her shenanigans out. I laid back on my bed and grabbed my picture frame with a photo of me and my brother at my eighth grade farewell. A tear slowly formed in my eye thinking about how two years had flown by so quickly. But there hasn’t been a day that I haven’t missed him. If King were here right now, I knew that he wouldn’t let mom talk to Benny’s lame ass. Shit, Benny wouldn’t have been able to step foot in this house if King were here. I rolled over and placed the picture frame back on my nightstand and tried to get me some sleep.