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.

of her head, she cut it short so it won't mess with her work. She looked really concentrated at the fire place, her brows almost touching. I smiled at how cute it was, in a way, Lucy was my mother. She was older by a

that was the work of a mother, making the environment suitable enough

clapped excitedly.

some leftover bread from last night, a sandwich?" She asked looking through

together since morning, because it was Saturday and I didn't have any school, but she never asked if I wanted to eat something. My

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

get a better 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

sarcastically. I chuckled. Her sense of humor was on another level.

Luce." I tell her. She

were

you like to have?" She asked, looking in her direction.

"Anything." Mom grumbled.

the only

coffee with that, but we were cut off.. the electricity." I tell her.

laughed,

fingers picked up the bread from the cupboard, she knew exactly where everything was, even with her eyes closed. She was overly clean, and always kept stuff in a neat manner.

about that anymore."

I asked with a raised brow.

are moving of course!" She exclaimed. I face palmed.

mother on

and placed it in front of her, she

news?" I asked

She said passing

"Orange juice or?" She asked as if we had another

for the sake of

it when we move."

reply to that, we ate in silence.