Sin: An Urban Fairytale

Chapter Two: Sinaria

"Get your ass up! Everybody in here needs to earn their keep! This house needs to be cleaned!"

I groaned from the sound of Gena's voice. It was the summertime so I didn't have the option of letting school be my escape from here. I wasn't prepared to live in Brooklyn, so it wasn't like I had a summer job lined up either and I'll be damned if I catch the train back to Long Island to return to my old job at the bodega. I was stuck here. I was stuck listening to sloppy Gena and those needy kids of hers. It took me a while to fall asleep. I was too scared a mouse was going to crawl across my face. And my attitude tends to show more than I like it to when I'm lacking sleep. Gena was the last person that needed to wake me up.

I flung the blanket off me and stuffed my feet into my slippers. I groggily climbed the steps and landed in the kitchen.

"You gotta be shittin' me," I said to myself.

There were dirty dishes stacked in the sink. Boxes full of stuff scattered about the kitchen floor. It smelled stale and I could've sworn I saw a roach crawl behind the fridge from the corner of my eye. It wasn't this messy before I went to bed and I had no idea how three bitches could cause this much mess. I took a deep breath and jogged back down the steps to quickly change out of my pajamas and into more loose-fitting clothing. I looked through one of my smaller bags and found my AirPods and popped them into my ear.

"Hey Siri, play Latto playlist," I said into my pods. 

It's Giving by Latto started playing loudly in my ears, making me wiggle my hips some. It was something about her hood sex appeal that always gravitated me towards her music. She didn't give a damn about any of these females out here and she never worried about these niggas out here. That's how I aim to be. Just as soon as I can get from up underneath that moley bitch and her two stooges. 

I rang out the dish rag and wiped the inside of the double sinks in the kitchen. It was damn near six in the evening but I had finally managed to clean the entire house spotless. I hated being what these bitches think is a maid but I'd rather lay my head in a house that I've cleaned myself than one that they'd cleaned. I think I've only seen the twins pick up a cleaning chemical once and it was by mistake. I laughed to myself, thinking about how much neither of them were set up to live in the world without their mom. But maybe that was how she wanted it. Gena always wanted somebody to need her. I felt that was how she got into my dad's head. He was so heart broken over my mother passing and she preyed on the fact that he didn't want to be alone. I promised myself that no matter how hurt I was, I'd never let someone think they were going to just swoop in and save me. That way they wouldn't think I owed them. I never wanted to be one of those weak bitches. 

I tied the two trash bags I managed to fill in a knot and picked them up to take them to the trash cans next to the front stoop. The cans were small and that instantly annoyed me. As much trash as these three accumulate, the cans would end up overflowing. And no one wants to be the stank house on the block. 

"Damn Lish, I know you said your mom had to bring her back with y'all but I ain't know she was your maid too."

I sucked my teeth and looked over my shoulder at Alisha and two other girls that were most likely her friends. 

"I'm nobody's fuckin' maid," I said before turning on my heels to go back inside. I was almost up the steps before I felt a sharp pain seering all over my head. 

"Where you goin'? The trash belongs on the curb."

Alisha's friends laughed as she dragged me by my hair off of the steps and to the sidewalk. I tried to get up but was met with a first to my mouth. I wasn't a pussy but I wouldn't call myself a fighter either. Alisha and I have tussled a lot over the years but I knew I wasn't going to be able to go toe to toe with her as well as her friends. I knew how these type of bitches worked. They were just waiting for an oppotunity to jump into the fight.