"I been raising you since you were in diapers! I'm gone get the respect I've earned and deserve."
"You aint gone get shit from me" Before I could even think about it I slapped Kristen across the face , my hand stung so I knew I had to had tore her up. She moved her hair out her face , holding her cheek , looking like she wanted to jump on me. She wasn't that dumb though. She stormed to her room and slammed the door behind her. I immediately went to my room and grabbed my stash of weed from my jewelry box. It was time to relax, that girl always had me on edge.
The name is Cynthia , Cynthia Barnes. Kristen Barnes is my little sister. I'm 26 and she's 14 , she's been in my care since I was 13 years old , when our mama chose her man over us and just left us in the house and never came back. Kristen was 1 year old , how the fuck was a 13 year old gone care for a baby and she can barely care for herself? We stayed in the house for as long as the electric was kept on and water before they cut it all off. I couldn't go to school any more and its not like we lived in a neighborhood where the schools cared , they aint come check and see why I wasn't coming or nothing , no one came to check on us. It was just us. I met these girls one day when I was picking Kristen up from a free daycare center downtown , they were my age , some older, they took interest to Kristen and then invited Kristen and I to their apartment. It was nice as hell , smelled really sweet , it was summer time but inside was cool as a breeze. Jennifer , the oldest one , 17 , said "Welcome , to my paradise." I laughed at first , I thought she was joking , I just knew it was her parents house. When I asked her where they were everyone laughed , except me. "this is MY place girl - fuck mommy and daddy" she said lighting a cigarette. "Go lay the baby down in the bedroom to the left , come back , lets talk." I looked down to Kristen fast asleep, I went to lay her down , but kept the door open enough so I could hear her if she cried. When I returned to the couch those 3 girls would change my life.
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Short StoryWhat would you if at only 13 years old you were left to care for your newborn baby sister that you're mother up and left you with in the middle of the night because she found happiness with a man ? How would you survive ? In this story you'll follow...
