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Pharoah

   "Okay so what about yo momma what was her name?" I asked pa as we sat at island in the kitchen. He was cooking dinner, I was trying not to fail English. But my lack of patience, my frustration my need to succeed was eating away at my stomach and trying to reach my surface point to boil over, but the closer it got the more hopelessness filled me.

"Dope feen" he responded nonchalantly and I couldn't help but instantly smack my lips together. I hate him.

"Pa" I whined and he just kept chopping vegetables paying me no mind. "Pa?" I asked again "Nassi-

"Nigga what?" He looked at me daring me with his eyes to finish his government out, I shook my head going back to what I knew about my dad. I knew more about his adopted family then birth but from what I also know he was adopted at a young age so maybe it won't matter? "Fucking kids lost they damn mind" my pa mumbled shaking his head as the door swung open showing the girls, Dad had took Naylani to dance practice and then picked her up and of course the twins made it their mission to go aswell.

"King king guess what?" Kyra started as she climbed into the chair next to me.

"Wha-

"We went to daddy ffice and some lady gave us some candy and she real nice" kamillia interupted as she climbed up on the other side of me.

"I draw wif you" Kyra asked but it didn't distract me from my pa who suddenly got even more pissed. When daddy walked through the door Pa wasted no time.

"You still got that hoe up there working for you huh? I bet that ain't all she doing" Naylani took a sip of her water looking at me for a bit before for answering and I could only shrug.

"Nassiah please yo" my father said obviously not wanting to have the conversation, he gave my pa a kiss as he wrapped his arms around the boy- for a second it was almost peaceful before my pa started going again. I didn't get how my dad could deal with his ass, whenever he talks shit; doesn't phase him, him yelling? Nah he's use to it. He can be mad as hell but my daddy always stays calm- it's almost scary. The last time I seen him truly upset was when I was maybe 10? Or 8 and he went out with uncle Dj and when he came back my dad was livid.

When I glanced back in Kyra was coloring over my English outline and I couldn't help but push the female over a bit forgetting how light she was and she fell out the chair. "AYE YOU CANT DO DAT" Kamillia said coming to her twins rescue and pushed me.

"All y'all cut y'all shit, king fuck you pushing people fore?" My pa asked as he waved the spatula around. I wasn't finna get my ass whooped so I got up and moved from the table in one motion.

"Yo daughter fucked up my already failing English paper!" I stressed as I started to pick at my finger nails. "But y'all don't give a fuck right? Just let my life turn to shit and I won't graduate then I'll be stuck here forever!" I yelled as I kept picking at my nails.

"King go lay yo ass down somewhere and take yo pills while you pass whoever the fuck you're talking too" my pa spat his eyes showed me he wasn't playing but everything in me was saying fuck it. So like I usually do when my world seems to be crashing down I kicked the nearest chair and stomped up the stairs. Sometimes I hated my father, he knew me to well. He knew his kid wasn't all here but he never treated me different, but than again it can make him insensitive when I feel like I'm loosing my cool.

I slammed my door shut just intime because then came the tears streaming down my hot face. The blurry vision didn't help my heaving chest calm down either. So I slid down the door and pulled my knees to my chest, doing so I put my head between my legs and closed my eyes trying to regulate my breathing- this wasn't what I signed up for.

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