This is one of my newer stories, so you'll get to read it from the beginning to wherever I am now. Enjoy!
The Young and the Reckless ~ “Get out of my house!”
The two boys stood on the front porch of a small home in the ghetto of Medalview Park. The woman stood in the doorway screaming at them to leave. She threw several duffel bags outside at their feet.
The two boys were Nicolai and Johnson Sultez. The woman was Marina Sultez. Their mother.
“Moms, where are we supposed to go?” Nicolai, the oldest brother asked.
“I don’t care. I don’t want you two causing trouble in my home. Just get out! ” she threw a set of car keys at Nicolai. He caught them in one hand.
Johnson was quiet. His face was red and twisted in fright and confusion. In his own mind he was unsure of leaving the hood he grew up in. Even if his older brother was there with him.
This whole problem had started over Marina’s boyfriend, Joey.
You see, Nicolai and Joey just didn’t click. They could never get along. From the moment Marina brought the Latino bastard into her house Nicolai sensed something fake about him. Johnson didn’t have a problem with Joey. But then, he was only fifteen. What did he know?
Nicolai was always the man of the house before Joey showed up. Nicolai and Johnson’s father had been shot down by cops over some stupid shit. The two boys were only eleven and eight-years-old at the time. Johnson cried for days after the incident. Though, strangely, Nicolai showed no emotion.
Marina tried getting herself a boyfriend. Somebody who would care for her and her two boys. But no man of youth was interested in that lifestyle. Then she found Joey. A twenty-nine-year-old construction worker. After he accepted her and her kids she thought she found Mr. Right. Turns out the simpleton just wanted a place to live. Marina was too self-centered and blind to see that. Johnson was just too young. But Nicolai could see it plain as day. He could tell what anybody was like just by looking at them. I guess you could say he had a gift.
Anyway, all the cold stares, all the smart remarks, all the dirty tricks came down to man-to-man “settlement”. Joey hit Nicolai over a smart comment. So Nicolai hit him back. Broke his nose. Now his house was a broken home. But he just had to let emotions go.
“This is bullshit! When you come to grips and find out who this fuck-up really is, you’ll be begging us to come back. You can’t live without us. At least not with a good heart. You did us dirty, and you’ll pay for it later in life.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Nicolai. I just want you and your brother out of my house.”
Nicolai grabbed up his bags and turned and stepped off the porch he started toward his Monte Carlo then he turned. “You know, that’s real fucked up how Joey’s the whole cause of this and you kick us out. Your own flesh-n-blood. You know, you’re turning out to be just like your mother was. A dirty, low-down bitch that ain’t worried about nothin’ but getting her own self-pleasure. I’m sorry mama, but I just can’t stay around this shit. C’mon Johnny let’s go.” He hurried over to his car and jumped in the front seat he jammed the keys in and started the engine. Johnson still stood at the porch. Marina had already shut the door. “C’mon Johnny let’s go!” Nicolai called from the blue car. Johnson hesitated at the porch for minute, then he turned and slowly made his way to the car. He opened the passenger-side door and slumped down in the seat. Nicolai backed the car out of the driveway and started down the road.
“Look, Johnny, I’m sorry you had to hear all that back there. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But I guess mom just couldn’t . . .” his voice trailed off. Nicolai stopped at a red light. He looked over to Johnson. Johnson sat quietly. Looking out the passenger window. “First thing’s first, we’re going to a place to stay. You remember Carla?” Johnson didn’t answer. “Well, we’re going to stay with her until I can get a decent job. Carla will be dropping you off and picking you up at school, while I try to get things settled.” Johnson’s eyes started to water. Tears rolled down his face. Tears of anger. Tears of sadness. And in some strange way, tears of joy. He was kicked out for no reasons against him. He was away from his mother, but still he was with his only male role model, his only real father. His brother, Nicolai.
“Don’t cry Johnson. It’s alright. Everything will be alright.”
The two brothers had been out of Medalview Park. No longer in the ghetto. They were now just arriving in Luna Creek. A quiet suburb area twenty miles away from their neighborhood. Nicolai and Johnson were coming into a new neighborhood. Not run by Blacks and Mexicans like in Medalview. It was populated by mostly Whites. The Monte Carlo turned onto a street called Suncrest Lane and passed a few houses. He turned into a cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway of a white two-story house.
“Stay here. I’ll check and see if anyone’s home.” Nicolai got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for a couple minutes. No answer. He rang the doorbell again and pounded on the screen door. The door swung open and a tall black man stood in the doorway in a white muscle-shirt and black basketball shorts with ankle-socks.
“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Is Carla home?” Nicolai asked.
The black man turned away and called Carla’s name. Carla came rushing to the door. The man walked back into the house.
Carla looked surprised to see Nicolai. “Nicolai? What are you doing here? Are you all right? Is Johnson okay?” she asked a lot of questions.
“Me and Johnson are fine. I just got in an argument with my moms. Johnson and I are going to need a place to stay.”
“That’s fine. You two boys can come stay with Henry and me. How long do you plan on staying?”
“Until I can find a job. I can probably rent a two-bedroom apartment after my third month of working. So, is it okay?”
“Of course. You don’t have to ask me. Just bring your bags in.”
“Right.” Nicolai hurried back to his car. He opened the back-door and pulled out a few duffel bags. “C’mon Johnny and help me bring some of these bags in.” Johnson got out of the car and grabbed some bags. The two of them brought the bags into the house.
“Johnson! Look at how much you’ve grown. I have’nt seen you since you were a little boy. You remember me? I’m Carla. I used to babysit you and your brother.”
“Johnny’s still a little upset about today,” Nicolai informed.
“Oh that’s alright. Here just bring those bags into the guest room.” Carla led them up stairs and down the hall to the back room. It was a fairly good-sized room with a king-size air-bed, a flat-screen television set, a recliner, and a coffee table nightstand. There were bay-windows with beige vertical Venetian blinds set across from the wardrobe closet.
“You two should be comfortable in here. There’s a telephone in the table drawer and a laptop, just in case you need a quick reference. Henry and I will be downstairs in the den if you need anything.”
“Thanks,” Nicolai said. He waited until Carla had left the room and was downstairs. Then he dropped his bags on the floor. “Well this is nice. They got everything we need. A bed a TV. And look, they even have an X-Box. We’ll be just fine here, Johnny. Just fine.”
“Wake up sleepyhead.”
“Huh? What?” Nicolai opened his eyes and squinted. Carla was standing over him trying to wake him up.
“You fell asleep.”
“Oh. I guess with all the confusion going on today and moving in it just tired me out. How’s Johnny doing.”
“Johnson? He’s fine. He’s downstairs with Henry playing video games. They seem to be getting along real well.”
“That’s good.”
“Are you hungry. I cooked dinner. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, cole slaw, and macaroni and cheese.”
Nicolai’s stomach grumbled. He looked out the window. It was dark outside. “Sounds good.”
“Well help yourself it’s waiting for you in the kitchen.” Carla smiled.
Nicolai jumped up and dashed out the door and downstairs to to kitchen. He passed the den and caught a glimpse of Johnson and Henry talking and playing video games. A smile crossed his lips he was happy to see his brother talking again.
He walked to the kitchen and got a plate down from the cupboard and a fork from the drawer. He piled his plate with fried chicken legs, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese. He took his plate to the dining room table and sat down.
Carla appeared in the dining room doorway. “Are you thirsty? There’s soda and juice in the refrigerator.”
“Can you get me something, please.” Nicolai asked.
“Sure. What do you want? We have Gatorade, Hawaiian Punch, cream soda, ginger ale, orange soda, and lemonade.”
“I’ll have lemonade.”
Carla smiled. “Okay.” She disappeared into the kitchen and returned five minutes later with a tall glass of pink lemonade. She set it down in front of Nicolai, then she sat in a chair next to him. “So, tell me, Nicolai, what did happen between you and your mother?”
Nicolai stopped eating. “Dind’t Johnson tell you?”
“No. In fact he hasn’t mentioned a word about his mother. It’s as if she doesn’t exist to him.”
Nicolai looked worried for a moment, then his expression changed to that of hate. “Well, you know my mom’s new boyfriend Joey?”
Carla nodded.
“It turns out he wasn’t there to help my moms and us. He was just lookin’ for a place to stay. My moms though, she just doesn’t want to see that. Joey knew that I was onto him. I just . . . I just couldn’t stay in the same house as him. It came down to a decision between me or Joey. My moms picked Joey over me and Johnson. I never ment for it to happen that way. I didn’t want to drag lil’ Johnny in this mess, but it’s just something that happened. Beside’s I’m eighteen already. I should be going to college, getting a job. Not laying up in someone else’s place listening to their bullshit -- if I have to, I’ll raise Johnson myself.”
Carla sat for a moment. Taking everything in and thinking it out. “That must’ve been real frustrating for you to make a decision like that. But just promise me Nicolai, that you won’t do anything major without seeing me first. You and Johnson are good kids. You really are, and I just want to make sure that you come to me if you have any problems. That’s all I’m asking. Can you promise me that Nicolai? Can you?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
He finished eating the rest of his food and gulped down his lemonade then he rinsed off his plate in the sink and stuck it in the washing machine.
He looked at the microwave clock. It read eleven fifteen.
“It’s late. I need to get up early tomorrow to look for a job. Goodnight Carla.” He kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs to his room. Then he dropped on the bed and fell asleep . . .
Can't wait to get deeper into the story, I just know it's gonna be good! But so far, what do you think? From a scale of 1-5? Be honest.
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