I’m living in a house where the adults literally hate us being indoors all day, then then tell us we need to go outside, put the games up, blah blah blah, they start arguments for no reason, and when they do it’s bs, like imagine using rent… FUCKING RENT as an excuse to not wanna wash dishes, so back to what I was saying. This dude named flex, well Fletcher, he and his cousin (not even blood related) is named bo. Bo here tells us me and my brother need to, and I shit you not, he told us we stay in the house too much and we need to go outside. But he stays indoors everyday, all day, and whenever he gets up, he walks around. im 15 and my brother is 14, and they expect us to wash dishes, clean floors, clean THEIR bathrooms, and make everything look nice. SO whenever we dont, they complain, get mad, etc. like imagine you get home after BUSTING OUR ASSES IN BASKETBALL FROM 10 or 12:15, to 5 o clock, flex complains about how the dishes went washed, BUT HES FUCKING COOKING. if hes cooking, he should know to wash the dishes before he cooks, to ensure space. but hey, a man who has no life, is the only one who didnt get into the military in his family and drinks beer all day wouldnt know these things, yet a 15 year old does, and hes 42. so back to what i was saying, he tells me i should have washed the dishes, cleaned the floors and other things, keep in mind i was outside all fucking day, and i get home, all i ate today was some cold eggs and corn beef hash (dad cooked at his patients house and we went for breakfast) but even though we did that, flex and bo slept all day, when we get home hes cooking, he then says “I ALREADY DID IT, BUT WHY IS THERE DISHES IN THE SINK” and also this is where we introduce our new person, and enemy perhaps, a man who i wished death apon many times, and death never came for him, his name, or nickname in the house is smurf, he literally abuses his power, he has also managed to chokeslam me and my brother multiple times, choked me before, choked me and threw me at the floor, threatened to crush my knuckles with a baseball bat, and more. he had done things to my brother as well, but deep down, in that ruthless, dark, lonely heart of his, is a p****, who cant control their anger, but back to the story. flex raises his voice so smurf can hear him, trying to reel his anger into the mix, so hes beginning to boil, saying remarks like “YEAH, TELL EM.” and “DONT MAKE ME GET UP!” and stuff like that. but he keeps speaking as if he doesnt care, and then he leaves, calming the air, but its still dense. because i needed to vent, (incoming vent) how come none of these motherfu***** have a job, yet they have money? well ill tell you!
smurf: sells weed
bo: DOESNT DO SHIT
flex: LITERALLY, GETS A FUCKING CRAZY CHECK, MEANING HES SCAMMING PEOPLE.
so flex utters “do you pay rent? no, (names the adults) we pay rent, at least you can do chores around the house!”
i want to, i really want to hurt these people, but im too weak, they play with my temper like rice in a pan, but heres the thing, im used to giving people a serious look, as if i want to kill them, in a way, im giving them my uttermost attention. Flex, bo, and smurf do not like this look, as if they despise it. heres how an arguement would go.
flex: (speaking about how i always dont give a fuk, he pays rent, such and such)
me: rests my face, giving him “The Stare”
flex: DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! ILL **** YOU UP! (angry tone rises sharply)
and long story short, this was a long vent, i dont like these people.
P.S. (neither one of these adults have a straight hairline, the kids are stupid, and by stupid i mean, how are you in the first grade, and cant do your own homework? which means she doesnt pay attention, they also listen to nobody.)
