Same Team

Ch.3- Late

Nicki's P.O.V.

2 weeks later

"Onika!" I heard my name being shouted.

I sighed already knowing how this is going to end.

"Yes?"

"Where the hell are you?"

"In my room."

The door swung open, and there he stood. My moms boyfriend.

"Why th-the hell isn't them chores done?" He slurred.

Great, he's drunk too.

"Because I was tired. Why don't you make your grown ass son do them?" I stood up from my bed.

"Bitch, that's your damn job."

"Nigga fuck you." I spat.

And suddenly he was rushing me. This isn't anything new of course though.

He grabbed tightly onto my arm squeezing it.

"You keep disrespecting me little bitch, I swear I'll kill you."

"Do it. You keep saying that and you ain't done shit yet." I eyed him ignoring the pain of his tight grip.

His hand released me, but it was quickly substituted with a sharp sting across my cheek.

I held my face as it grew warm, and bit back the tears that involuntarily pooled in my eyes.

"Your fucking lucky your little brother is sleeping down the hall or else I'd fuck you up." he growled.

I rolled my eyes as he left my room slamming the door behind him.

My morning was already ruined with the fact it's the first day of school. Now he came and fucked it up even more. His drunk ass just got home from doing who the hell knows what.

Not like my mom would ever get in her right mind to care though. She's no better than he is. Half the time she's passed out and or drunk.

My little brother doesn't need to be around any of this ridiculous shit. Especially not Rick's grown ass son whose no better than he is. He just comes here and free loads the fuck off of us.

I honestly don't have the slightest clue how any of the bills stay paid around here. But if there is way they do, I'm not too sure I'd want to know.

That's why I'm working on getting us out of here. My little brother and I. I do a little bit of... Business if you will. Right now I'm saving up my money. I don't know what I'm going to do when I go to college though. Whose going to watch him, take care of him while I'm in classes?

I would honestly look for his father to watch him. If I knew who his father was, and of course assuming he was a great, caring rich man. The most I know about him is that he's white. Simply because of my little brothers features. Some people wouldn't even guess that he's black first.

Suddenly my phone buzzed on the night stand.

Going over to it, I unlocked then read the message.

Marty: Hey, got a delivery for you.

: Where at?

Marty: Port Washington.

:What the hell! That's the complete opposite direction of my school. It'll take me a whole hour to get back over to that side of town Marty...

Marty: I know Nick, but hear me out. This dude heard we got the real good stuff from Oregon, and he's willing to pay a couple grand for a couple of ounces. The guy is nuts but it's worth it. Remember what you said? You need the money... Think about your brother.