Carrie's Crush

Chapter 6

JOSEPH'S POV

I sighed for the tenth time in a span of two minutes, I did not like this at all, I mean, I had a life here, she could not just wake up one morning and decide it was going to end, just because she gave birth to me.

"I don't think it's really necessary to move mom, we are just fine here." I say, trying to reason with her again.

She looked up from her smart phone, her eye bags glared at me furiously, while her lips curled into a sneer, like she could not believe I would continue my plight in trying to persuade her to abandon her crazy obsession with moving.

"Mother, look, look around you, we can not even afford to live in a decent house, but you want us to move?" I asked incredulously.

My feet paced along the tiny living room that we managed to get from her salary as a janitor at a fast food, when things were starting to look up, but she had to get herself fired.

The house was so tiny, all three of us could not fit in the living room at once, especially when I took the whole space.

"I know we can afford it, I always think things through.." I scoffed at that and she eyed me, but we both know it wasn't true, she never thought things through.

"I am your mother Joseph Antonio Wilson, and for that you will respect me." She said glaring at me. I gulped, when she used my full name, things went bad, really bad.

Not bad as in bad for normal people, nope, my family bad was a different bad altogether.

"I'm home!! And I got good news!!" Lucy says barging in the front door, with a huge smile on her face. I walked into the even tinier kitchen, so she could have her space.

"Wow, it is cold in here, I am freezing." She said walking to the fire place. The only thing that worked around here.

"Why didn't you work it Joey?" She asked with the nickname I hated, no, loathed. I just rubbed my hand against my forehead, arguing with my mother gave me a massive head ache.

"You said you had good news? It better be good, it's been awhile we had one of those." I tell her.

touching. I smiled at how cute it was, in a way, Lucy was my mother. She was older by a lot of years, nine years to be exact. Mother had her when she was eighteen, and in mother's current state, Lucy had to grow up fast so she could take care of me, and I was more than

the air get warm, that was the work of a mother, making the environment suitable enough for her children to live. Unlike my mother, that

clapped excitedly.

I think we have some leftover bread from last night,

was Saturday and I didn't have any school, but she never asked if I wanted to eat something. My heart hurt, even if I denied it to others, I really did want my mom to take care of me, and not glare

"Sandwich is fine, how was work?" I asked her.

job and fulfill her dreams. I never asked her for her dream, but I knew she had one, every one had, even me, I knew my dream was to get out of this ghetto, leave this tiny apartment, and most importantly, leave my mother, taking Lucy with me.

sarcastically. I chuckled. Her sense

Luce." I tell her.

"They were great."

have?" She asked,

Mom

I had to slide back into the only

that, but we were cut off.. the

laughed,

with her eyes closed. She was overly clean, and always kept stuff in a neat manner. No one would walk into the house and know I slept in the living room, she

have to worry about that anymore." She said

I asked with a raised

moving of course!"

"Are you with mother on this?"

it was for mom. I walked to her and placed it in front of her,

"You had good news?" I asked

haven't had a bite since morning." She said passing my plate, I nodded, I

asked as if

I say just for the sake of it.

get it when we

to that, we ate in silence.