How I Lost It?

(7) Lost It To My Foster Brother

(7) How I lost it?
To My Foster Brother On Our Kitchen Floor...

It's ok...he's not my real brother! He's just my foster brother. ~ Cason McCarthy

The day Ross came into my life it was like a storm. Things got crazy around the house. Girls were leaving left and right, privacy was no longer a thing and worst of all he was older than me.

I could understand adopting someone young of age but a teenager that was practically able to live on his own a few months didn't need adoption. They needed freedom.

Along everything else came the lack of food. Mom found herself going to the grocery store more often seeming that Ross always had friends over. Along with his friends came a mess when they left, me and mom always had to clean it no matter how hard we begged them.

Ross was completely irresponsible he was never home. Sometimes when he did come home he was covered in scratches and cuts as if he came back from fighting a wild animal. Sometimes when he came home he would bring a random chick home with him. Those were the days I had my headphones in my ear loud enough to not hear myself think.

"I can't take this anymore." I drop the garbage bag.

Once again I'm cleaning up a mess Ross and his friends made.

"I'm not going to be cleaning up his mess for two more months." I say crossing my arms.

"Sweetheart." My mother says calmly. "I promise you, I will talk to him for now can you just help me." Lately my mother has been exhausted more.

I guess taking care of a teenage boy isn't as easy as it was taking care of just me. I worry about her sometimes.

"This is the last time." I pick up the garbage bag and a red plastic cup. I chuck it in the bag angrily.

*******

"Good morning." Ross chirps as he walks into the kitchen then next morning.

"You seem happier." My mom greets giving him a smile.

Last night when he came home he wasn't in the best of moods. It didn't help when mom tried talking to him about his behavior. He just yelled at her saying she wasn't his mother so he didn't have to listen to her.

So when he went up to his room I slapped him because no one was allowed to talk to my mother that way.

"Well seeming that it's Cason's birthday I figured I'd take your words into consideration and change my behavior for the occasion." He smiled at me.

He remembered my birthday?

"That's thoughtful of you Ross." My mom smiled while pouring pancake batter into the pan.

Ross pulled a Granny Smith apple from the bowl and wiped it on his pajama pants before taking a bite of it. His incisors were the first to bite into the apple seeming they were sharper than most peoples.

"Yeah too thoughtful." I squint my eyes at him.

"Hey Jeanine." Ross said turning towards my mother. "You should go out tonight and give me and Cason the place to ourselves." He smiles.

His smiles soon falls once my mom starts laughing.

"Why so you can throw a party? I'm not falling for that this time." She says while flipping the pancake.

"No, no parties I swear. I just think it's time you and Luke go out for the night. I'm sure he'd be happy to see you." He gave her a suggestive look.