Sugar

17. Memorial

The day I dreaded the most is finally here. Today is the memorial service for momma. In her will she specifically requested to be cremated. I didn't read the whole thing so I don't know what she left for us.
U sat down and gazed.
"You sure you wanna go? You can collect the ashes later." Rodney said.
"I don't know." I replied.
"I don't think you should bring your siblings. I cant keep them."
"I know you have work."
"Yeah. I can pick up the ashes for you. Stay home."
"Okay baby."
"Just deal with the will and the memorial. I will handle the ashes and anything else you need."
"Thank you so much baby."
"No problem."
Rodney kissed me on my cheek and went to work.
He's been spending nights here since momma died. And I'm glad he did. He gave me the support I needed and now I'm getting stronger. Kyle helped me clean up the apartment while Nyah watched tv. Once we got cleaned up I arranged the living room. I set up some chairs. Some so called family members are coming for the memorial. I hate them. They fake as fuck. Nobody wanted to help me when K was struggling but now that momma died they wanna "support". It makes no fucking sense.
"Take a shower." I said to Kyle.
He walked in his room to get his clothes. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and sat on the couch. I picked momma's will and started to read it. She left our vacation home for me. The funny thing is that our vacation is in California. Well momma did leave enough money. She left over a million dollars. I think I will move after graduation. I might take Rodney too. I'm so thankful that momma left everything for me. Kyle and Nyah will definitely get something. I'm not bouta be selfish.

Later that evening
Family members from all over came for momma's memorial. I was more-less irritated. Kyle and Nyah were having a blast because some cousins around their age came. I was just miserable. I don't like this fake love shit. Like I don't need their support. I got my siblings. But uncle Harold insisted on a memorial and he wouldn't stop nagging. So here we are. In a space filled with fake love and unspoken beef. Tension is thicker than a snicker. Somebody in the building had beef. I just hope shit don't hit fan.
"Heaven honey, how are you feeling?" Gina asked.
"I'm doing better than before." I replied.
"That's good. So what's your plan?"
"Well I graduate next week so I plan on just working and chilling."
"No college?"
"I can't afford it."
"I'm pretty sure you got a big enough inheritance."
"Assumptions not facts."
"So you got nothing?"
"What I got isn't your business."
"Why so secretive?"
"Because none of y'all ever gave a damn about me!"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb Gina. I called you. My favorite cousin to help me out when momma first got in the hospital. What did you do? Nothing. You, unlce Harold and everybody else left me and my siblings to starve."
"Heaven you can't hold this over us."
"Oh I can't? Why not? You don't wanna be guilty? Huh? All yall fuckers ever did was make excuses. I was out there hustling for 3 people. Not just my damn self. I have two younger siblings. I went to be hungry so much nights because I couldn't afford to feed all three of us."
"Blame yo damn momma! Yo ass wouldn't have to sell yo pussy if she wasn't an alcoholic."
"If anybody selling pussy its you Gina."
"The streets told me I had competition Sugar."
I smacked the fuck out of Gina.
"Say something again bitch!" I yelled at her. She started swinging on me. A bitch didn't hesitate either. I started swinging. Kyle pulled us apart while I was whooping her ass.
"Get the hell out! Everyone!" I shouted. My family looked at me like I was a damn crackhead.
"I said get the fuck out now!" I yelled.
Everybody got their shit and left. I sat down on the floor and started to cry.
"It's okay Heaven." Kyle said. I love my brother.
"I'm sorry. Gosh." I replied.
"It's okay let's get some rest."
I picked myself up and laid in my bed. I stared at the ceiling and tried to relax. I heard the front door open.
"Baby!" I yelled.
"Yeah. Where's your family?!" Rodney asked as he walked in my room.
"I kicked them out. Don't ask why."
"Okay. I got the ashes."
"Put them in the closet please."