Moving On Is Hard [Trilogy]

Damn Visitors

::Tallia::

I pulled up at the lawyer’s office, and grew nervous for some reason. I said a short prayer, and took a deep breath before walking getting out the car and walking in. “Welcome to Amor’s Law Firm, where we handle each case with love. How may I help you?” the lady at the front desk greeted. “Um. Yes, I was referred here by the Fulton County DFACS office, to talk to Ms. Love.” “She’s in a meeting right now, but she’ll be out shortly, and I can check and see if she has any free time to talk, that’s if you want me to” she pondered. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.” “No problem, just have a seat in the waiting room” she smiled warmly and I returned it and walked off to the nice waiting area. After a few minutes or so had passed, she called me back to the front desk. “Ms. Love is going to be backed up with meetings today, but she’ll be free tomorrow at 9 a.m., is that fine?” she asked me. “That’d be great, thanks” I smiled. “Sure, I just need your name and contact information in case anything comes up” she informed as she handed me a clipboard, pen, and information sheet. I filled out the sheet, and went through the text messages between Morgan and me until I found her address since I hadn’t memorized it yet. Once I was done with the sheet, I handed it back to the lady and I was on my way back to Michelle’s house, hopefully she’s outta her mind, and I can get her to sign these papers without an argument.

After an hour of driving I pulled into the familiar driveway, and sighed. I quietly opened the front door, and heard a male’s voice arguing with my mother’s. The voice was distinctive, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on who it was until I stepped into the kitchen and saw Tramell, my supposed father, and Michelle standing in the kitchen. I shook my head in disgust when their eyes landed upon me, and ran out that train wreck of a house. Tramell only comes around if he wants or needs something, and judging by the argument he wanted money and was willing to become Michelle’s slave just to get it. Luckily Michelle wasn’t going back down that road, Tramell is always infected with an STD of some sort, and if he keeps doing what he’s doing he’s gonna end up with something that can’t be cured. Michelle might be a lot of things, and does a lot of things, but she won’t fuck wit a dirty nigga, guess that’s bout the only good thing you can say about her, if you can even consider that good. Tramell stays in and out of our lives, and to be honest he as a human is pathetic and embarrassing, I will never call neither one of them my parents after the choices they’ve made, and I don’t even know what happened to make them like this. We were happy, and then when Monique came along, our happiness grew even more, everything was going great, and then one day it all went downhill, and it’s still going downhill. Tramell started sleeping around, and when Michelle found out she was broken, and turned to drugs, when Tramell found out, he left us for another bitch, and didn’t give two fucks about how the fuck Michelle was treating us. At some point, Tramell would come over about every 2 weeks, and then it became every 2 months, and then it became whenever he wanted, and then he stopped coming all together, that was until he entered Brandon’s life after he’d turned 18, but Tramell still wanted nothing to do with me nor Monique.

I shook my thoughts and walked back into Morgan’s house. “What’s up with these apartment books, you keep leaving all over the place?” she asked as I passed her in the kitchen. “Well after I graduate and everything, it’ll be time I get out on my own, so I’m getting a head start.” I’m confused as to why she’s tripping right now, I’ve already told her all of this. I hope she not a possessive, obsessive, clingy type of person. If that’s the case, it’s time Monique and I get the hell outta here. “Oh yeah, you did tell me that, my bad. I be tripping.” Damn straight, I grabbed a bottle of water and went upstairs to study. I have time now, since Monique is going over a friend’s house after school to work on a project, don’t worry the friend is female, her best friend actually, it’s never a moment the two of them aren’t talking to each other, but I don’t mind, Monique’s grades are excellent, no need to rip her social life away from her.