Twins & Thugs

Chapter 1

"Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man."
"Bake me a cake as fast as you can!" I sung joyfully. This was my favorite game to play with Mommy. She taught me a couple weeks ago, and I've begged her to play it with me every day since then. We would keep playing till I messed up, which was usually after the second or third time. I messed up every time in pattycake, which seems almost impossible by how damn simple it is.
"Oh, you messed up! Now go play it with Nicky." Mommy said as she got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen to make dinner.
"But Mommy, Nicky doesn't know how to play." I said frowning. I only wanted to play the game with her.
"Then teach her. I have to make dinner, Baby."
I sighed, then followed her into the kitchen. I sat down on the floor in the corner to stay out her way while she cooked.
"Mommy, we're throwing a birthday party for when me and Nicky turn 6 on Saturday, right?"
"Now, Brianna, you know we don't have all that money to be spending on extra food for ya little friends and stuff. Ya'll are getting a gift and that should be enough. And plus you know how Daddy gets about havin' people over."
I smacked my teeth. "Okay."
Soon, we heard the front door swing open.
"What the fuck, man!"
Dad.
He had carried a strong scent of alcohol that can be smelled from a mile away. I can tell Mommy tried her hardest to act as though he didn't just bust through the door fussin.
"Trina!"
Mommy kept cooking.
"Trina! I know you could fucking hear me, bitch!"
He walked up behind her and grabbed the back of her neck with his huge hand and swung her around.
"Don't you fuckin ignore me! Why the fuck can't I find my fuckin wallet? You taking my fucking money, bitch?!" he slapped her across the face and she screamed.
I heard Nicky's footsteps as she ran to the kitchen to see what was going on. Once she saw Daddy, she creeped over to the corner, next to me.
"It's in your damn pocket David!" she yelled.
He punched her in the stomach. "Who the fuck you talking to like that?!" He punched her in the stomach again and she hit the floor.
"I'm pregnant, David! Why would you do that?!" she cried.
"So you fucking cheatin' on me? I ain't give you no fucking baby! Now you REALLY bout to get it bitch!" He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out the kitchen like a rag doll.
Nicky and I just stayed in the same corner, holding each other, scared that we would be the next ones to get beat. Daddy always did this. He always came home smelling like alcohol, and then gets mad at me, Mommy and Nicky. First he'll hit Mommy, then he'll hit me and Nicky, and then storm out the house and won't come back till the middle of the night. I always wondered what we did that was so wrong for him to do that to us.
"David, please stop!" we heard, coming from Mommy's bedroom. Every thump we heard made me and Nicky jump. "David, please!"
"You wanna cheat on me bitch?! I knew you was a hoe since I first fuckin' met you!" we heard Dad yell. Then we heard this strange clicking sound.
"Wait! No, no, n---" BOOM!
Everything got silent. We didn't hear Mommy's voice. We didn't hear Daddy's voice either. There were no sounds of movement.
Nicky and I crept to their bedroom. All I saw through the doorway was Mommy laying on the floor bleeding and Daddy standing over her, with a gun in his hand.