Inspired by 'Players club'
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We don't need yo, money!
We don't need nothin' from you!
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I groan as I stare at my bills and student loans, how the fuck am I gonna pay all these?
"This is bullshit," I yell, flustered.
200k? Where the fuck am I gonna get that type of money, surely not outta my ass.
My phone rings and it's my Mother, "Hello?"
"Hey Baby, hows it goin in Atlanta?" I know she really doesn't care.
My Mother and Father are the founders of Babel Inn. Entrepreneurs of multi-million dollar hotels, born in the poverty of Chicago now in the riches of Beverly Hills. And snobby as ever.
I refuse to ask them for any money, they already think I'm not as good as my older siblings so I'm most def not allowing them to think I'm not able to handle myself.
"It's going fine." I lie.
"Oh really?" She says, I know she knows I'm lying.
"Yes." I said I slide the papers over awaiting to hear some slick shit.
"Why can't you just come back home?" She asks
Just so you can gloat and 'I told you so' in my face. Nah.
"Passive Aggressiveness isn't my thing." I say crossing my legs.
My Mother huffed, "You're so stubborn, why can't you come see your Parents."
"Because... I don't want too?" I asked in sarcastic question.
"Fine then," she said, "you know you're the sister of a doctor now?"
I roll my eyes, here she goes bragging on my siblings trying to make me feel less than.
"Oh that's so great." I say
In no way am I jealous about my siblings success, it's just that I don't like the way my Mother delivers it towards me.
She tries to pin us against each other and it almost worked for the most part.
Their are 4 of us, me being the youngest. My oldest brother, Apollo, is a judge. My oldest sister, Arabia, is a lawyer. My oldest sister, Ayen, is the doctor. And then there's me, Armani, the one who doesn't know what she wants. And is too damn stubborn to admit it.
My Mother is a narcissist while my Father is the typical Rule with an Iron Fist type.
While my Father was strict as a bitch, my Mother tried to steal the spotlight from all the girls whether it's prom night to fucking wedding day.
Like once at Ayen's wedding we were all permitted to wear black and Ayen were white, because she's the bride, my Mother comes in with white and completely disregarded Ayen's request.
Her excuse??? I wanted to match my baby, is that too much to ask?
One couldn't even fathom the disgust I felt with her that day. And Ayen being the sweet person she is, her dumbass allowed it.
"You should be doing something like that also, no?" My Mother says, "I know that retail job isn't paying too well."
My face makes a blank expression, "I have somewhere to be, bye." I hang up the phone.
I stare at the pile of envelopes to hold the truth to wether or not I'm going to be homeless.
My phone rings, it's my friend Mercedes.
"Hey girl hey~" Mercedes voice spills into my ears.
"Wassup." I tried to make my voice sound less stressed. But hell this shit hard.
"The hell wrong with you?" Mercedes asks
"Bills and other shit." I say running my hands through my hair.
Mercedes pouts over the phone, "Bitch omg, I told you to come work with me~ So this wont be a problem."
Mercedes works in a strip club called Pimpz. I have no problem with stripping, it's just not my thing. Though the way these bills piling up, I'm considering at this point.
"Cedes I told you I don't roll like tha-"
"But Ari please!!!" She pouted in my ear. "Like you have all the qualities to be a dancer. Your body is fine as hell, you have a sexy ass face and you can dance..." I listen to her ramble on and on about my body and how I will have no problem making money.
"MERCEDES!" I yell, exhausted off of her voice. "I'll think about it."
"Yay!" I roll my eyes.
"Alright see you later alligator." Mercedes sings in my ear.
I hang up the phone at her childish antics. Though she's too adorable, I can't lie.
Mercedes and I have been friends since forever and she's always been bubbly and nice while I'm stubborn and very socially awkward with people.
The Yin to my Yang, she is.
I crawl into my bed after looking through those bills for the hundredth time.
I'd say that maybe I'll take it into consideration but... no.
10.15.2019
-I might change the title but Idk fr🌚
