BEING JOMAE

BEING JOMAE-Whats Home?

I went into my room and it was a teenage girl in my room going through my stuff.

"Umm what are you doing?"

"I'm moving these clothes out so I can put my stuff in it"

"I don't think so this is my room now get out"

"Exactly who are you?"

"You're funny how old are you?"

"I'm 15 now answer my question"

"Little girl you're only 15 and you asking me questions in my house. Get yo stuff and get out of my room. Now!", I yelled at her.

She chuckled and continued doing what she was doing. I looked at her like she had 3 heads. I nodded my head, walked over to her, threw her and her stuff out of my room.

I don't know who this little girl thought she was but she gone need my help finding herself before her and her ratchet mama end up on the other side of the country.

"Jomae!!", my dad said banging on my door cause I locked it.

"Yes", I said opening the door.

"Why did you throw her out of the room?"

"Because I told her this was my room and she continued trying to take my stuff out of my drawers to put her stuff in it so I threw her and her things out"

"Listen I'm not going to deal with that..."

"Then don't. Tell them to leave or I'm moving with my mom"

"Those aren't even a choice. You need to find a way to get along with her"

"Or nah. I'm moving with my mom"

"Fine then Jomae. Bye", he left slamming my door behind him and I just stood there.

I almost cried but I didn't I just started packing.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I opened the door and Darius came in.

"What's the problem now?", he asked sitting on the bed.

"What do you mean?", I asked putting my clothes in suitcases.

"You know what I mean"

"Ugh. Darius why do stuff have to be so complicated? That woman come here and brings her ugly nappy headed daughter. Like are they more important than me. Or do they mean more? Dang cause like foreal I'm tired of being nobody's number 1. Why must I always come last place in people's life", I asked as tears rolled down my face.

"You know that's not true"

"Yes it is and you know it. My moms job came before me so I lived my life as a lie. My dad is putting her first and that little girl I don't even know her name and we got into it and then my dad takes their side"

"Well I don't think it was about taking sides"

"Man whatever. I might just live on my own. I'd do better by myself anyway. Forget this house. Forget this family. And forget everybody I'm starting all the way over"

"Well it's alright for you to feel that way but come on now Jomae let's be real. Your dad is just looking for love. He's been by himself for how long? Your mom has been doing that job since before you were born you were just born at that part of her job. Nobody's putting anything before you that's just you feeling like that"

"Well then that's just how I feel then. My whole life somebody put something over me and I don't want to be here right now. I'm gone and I'm not coming back"

"No. You're the reason I'm here so you staying here with me"

"No I'm not staying. I'm sorry you caught feelings so early but you have someone here. You have love and I just don't know okay"

"So. You're still staying"

"Bye Darius", I had my bags almost all the way packed I just needed to get my stuff from the bathroom.

"I'm for real Jomae you're not going anywhere", he was grabbing my arm and pushed me back into the room.

"Darius let me go and leave me be"

"Leave me be? Girl you crazy foreal", he said laughing.

"I'm not playing", I tried to get up but he pushed me back on the bed.

"Girl I'm not playing with you. If I'm here you're here"

"Move I'm going back home and I don't want anything to do with any of this right now. I'll see you when I get back", I tried to get up again but this time he slapped me across my face.

"Eeezzzz!!", I screamed and cried because that pain was no joke. It stung real bad and I was kicking my feet holding my face. "Don't ever in yo life out your hands on me", I slapped Darius and he slapped me again.

"Jomae man stop"

"Daddy!!"

"He ain't here they all left"

"Get out of my room, and out of my life. I don't want to see you again and you better be happy I don't tell your girlfriend"

"She ain't my girlfriend shoot she left and I'm not tripping. If we was met to be we'll be together again but if not then oh well"

"I hate you. Leave. Now!"

"Nope. You need to calm down", he kept stepping closer and closer to me. I guess he tried to kiss me but I punched him in his face and I ran off.

"Jomae you're not going anywhere. I didn't mean to slap you. But I getting tired of you complaining all the time. Dang it's annoying. Just deal with it and stop running away from yo d*mn problems. Come on now you gotta want to do better for yourself"

"Shut up I hate you. Get out my house and don't ever talk to me again", I said going in my room slamming my door.

"Jomae", he was calling my name but not attempting to open the door.

I just called Killion to see what he was doing. Hopefully he's not to busy to answer the phone right now.

PHONE CALL

Me: "Hey Killion are you busy right now?"

Baby: "You know I'm never to busy for my lady. What's on your mind?"

Me: "I want to go home but Darius won't let me and he, he..."

Baby: "He what?"

Me: "He put his hands on me", I said crying.

Baby: "I'm coming to get you, make sure all yo stuff is packed and don't leave out yo room either alright?"

Me: "Okay bye babe"

Baby: "See you in a lil"

END OF PHONE CALL

I did what he said and packed all my stuff. Hopefully I can just leave and get a new start on life because I don't like being here. This is not a home, shoot I don't even know what home is because of my family. I thought I would be happy living with my dad but now I wish my life was back to me knowing my mom was my mom and living with her and my sister. Well it's to late to change the past to I pray I can move forward.