Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 37

"She isn't moving." Sky said out of realization, and this indeed was a lot to take in. Our grandma died, and we have another sibling coming from the same parent. I started disliking the parents who did not like us.

Zoey walked into the room and looked at us with her big brown eyes. "Is grandma sleeping?" She asked, trying to wake her sleeping figure. "No, sweetie, umm." I tried thinking of something to make a 7 year old understand.

"She's gone. She is sleeping forever." Sky said, and she didn't seem to understand.

"Who am I going to stay with?" She came to me and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Not the hell here." Ms. Serena interrupted along with the paramedics who were going to take her away. I looked at Sky, and she kneeled down to Zoey's height. Of course, Aunt Serena had to ruin the moment.

"Do you know who your actual mommy and daddy are?" She asked, and Zoey nodded. "Do you know where they live?" I asked, and she nodded. I couldn't believe the nerve of our parents. Zoey had nowhere to stay, and she didn't even know she had siblings.

"What are you kids going to do? She can't stay with me, of course." Ms. Serena said, and I was surprised at the gentle tone she used with us.

"We will make a plan. Thank you, Aunt Serena." I gave her a small smile. Even though she hasn't been the nicest of aunts, she still helped us a lot.

Zoey took her small backpack, and I led her in the car, which was also not in shape. "We need to take this to the car wash." Sky and I both said at the same time. I also need to take a long needed shower. But first, we need to find our actual parents.

"You do know your directions, right?" I asked Zoey, and she nodded. "From here, take a right, and you'll stop by the corner house." She said, and I nodded, following the directions I was told.

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We stopped at an extremely untidy house. There were bottles of alcohol lying everywhere in the yard. There were car parts also scattered along the yard.

I opened the door for the child to get off. She ran her little legs to the door knob. We followed her.

She knocked because there wasn't any doorbell. A young man, maybe in his late thirties, opened the door.

"Not you again, kid." He was annoyed, and maybe that was my actual father, but he looked too young. He was dark skinned, he had a short black haircut and the eye color was light brown.

I could smell the alcohol from a mile away. "We told you to find another person to take care of you." He spat her while kneeling at her height. Zoey looked like she wanted to cry. How could they even speak to her like that?

Do they know how dangerous this part of New York is?

His eyes went from Zoey to us. He gave us a look of boredom. "Sorry we are not accepting any parcels." He said, almost closing the door, but Sky put her foot just before the door closed.

"We are not here for that, sir." She said, and he opened the door while muttering some incoherent words. I let Zoey in first, and then I got in.

The house could have been nice, but it's not. It is not tidy. It is unclean, and it reeks of alcohol everywhere.

"We have visitors, honey." The man said, and the wife turned to look at us. I now see the resemblance from the mother to us. She has black curly hair with brown highlights. Her brown skin is lighter than the man's, and it is also lighter than ours. She looked an awful lot young. She looked mixed.

"Hi. Can we help you?" Her voice didn't sound polite. Instead, it was persistent on us leaving. "Yeah. You can." Her eyes went to Zoey, and she let out an annoyed sigh.