Chapter Two
I shake my head and walk into my house. No fucking way was the kid my neighbor, how did I not notice that?
I look around the foyer, and cough. Adam’s stench of drugs had made its way all around the house.
“Adam! Get down here, asshole!” I yell, walking towards the kitchen. I hear a thud from upstairs, and groaning. I shake my head and pour myself a glass of water. Adam comes into the kitchen slowly, rubbing his red eyes.
“What’s up, little sister?” he says his voice going up and down in pitches.
“Adam, you’re an idiot. I thought dad and I made it clear that you can’t smoke in here anymore.” I say, gripping the glass. Adam rolls his eyes.
“I wasn’t smoking.” He says tripping as he walks to the counter. I roll my eyes, and walk over to him.
“Adam, the air is thick from the stench of marijuana, and whatever else you were taking. I can barely breathe without getting lightheaded.” Adam scrunches up his face, and looks around the room; inspecting the air.
“It’s not that bad, Sia.” He says his hands grabbing at the thick air. I groan and splash him with the rest of my water. He sputters and looks completely petrified.
“What the fuck, Sia!” he yells.
“You need to get this house cleaned up. Air out the damn rooms, and get your ass out of here. I’m tired of your shit, and don’t need the cops coming here, ever!” I yell getting in his face, holding back the urge to punch him. Adam rubs his face and glares at me.
“Are you trying to kick me out, little girl?” he growls, lifting his hand to hit me.
“She wasn’t trying, she was demanding. Get the fuck out, Adam.” A voice says from behind me. I straighten up and turn towards my father. His jaw was set, and his eyes were filled with anger. I look down at my feet, and then back up at Adam. His eyes are filled with anger, and worry.
“You are not actually kicking me out. No fucking way!” he screams hitting the counter with his fists.
“Yes, I am. Adam we have given you plenty of chances to get you act together. You have killed my patience, and caused me to become furious by nearly hitting my daughter. You need to get the house aired out, and then leave. Don’t come back until your head is out of your ass.” Dad says his voice low, and his words slow.
If I were Adam I would be cowering in the corner right now. Our father was intimidating, standing at six foot seven, with ripped arms; and a rough face. He was not the kind of person you wanted to piss off, which is exactly what Adam had done.
Adam glares at our dad, and then at me.
“Fuck both of you, I’m leaving; you can clean your own damn house.” he growls, leaving the kitchen to get his things. I sigh and look at the ground again. Dad walks up to me, and lifts up my chin.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Ambrosia.” He says. Dad was the only person other than my Nana; who called me by my full name. I roll my eyes at him.
