Chapter four

The next day

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I kept the news on yesterday. I could hardly sleep. My arm dangled off of the couch. A beer spilled on the floor as I could faintly hear the news reporter talking above the air conditioner.

"Now multiple victims have said Superman arrived. With Superman being dead for nearly 20 years, investigators a trying to figure out how and when this so called Superman came back."

My eyes open ever so slowly. The bright light from the window shining onto my eyelids as I grunt trying to get up.

A sound faintly getting louder and louder. Like someone was banging on my wall or something.

That's when it kicked it. The headache went away. My eyes drawn to the clock on the wall as I shoot up from the couch. It was 10 O'clock. The family breakfast.

I shoot up as I could here someone knocking on my door.

I quickly grab the grew remote from off of the glass table before rushing to get some real pants on.

"HOLD ON! I'M COMING!" I scream.

"Oh did you finally wake up!?" I hear. It was my sister.

"I've been awake. Walking to the door as we speak right now," I lie. I slide the line of trash of cups and napkins in my hand before rushing to the trash can to throw them in.

That's when I opened the door. My eyes squinted from the bright light with my sister and her child standing there.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Amber ] (my sister) pushes past me and into the living room along with her daughter, Natalie. Natalie being in middle school.

"OOh, my sooon." My mom holds her arms out. A warm welcome was great to these dicks that I had to have lunch with today.

"I've missed you so much." My mom kisses the side of my face while she stands on her tippy toes.

We walk into the house to see my brother and his son walking up the driveway. I close the door. Everything in me did not feel like talking to that man. Such an asshole. Even to his damn kids. That's the reason his had six wives that left him. Not only for cheating but being abusive.

"Mom. What are we having for dinner?" Natalie asked.

Amber sat down some groceries. a few egg cartons and milk. My mom quickly stumbled her way to the couch she always sat on.

"whatever I give you, sweetie." Amber held out her arms, hugging me tightly before air kissing my cheek.

"Good to see you, lil bro," she says.

I nod and pat her shoulder. I had no idea what I should do. Start helping with he brunch or catch up with everyone. Usually its my mom and amber fixing the breakfast but my mom is getting too old to be standing for long periods of time.

"NOW get in there and sit the fuck down!" James demanded.

His son came in the house crying. Tears streaming down his face before he jumped onto the couch with his hands crossed.

The room got quiet.

Bonnie being the name of my nephew.

"what are you doing to that poor baby?" Amber asked while walking to the kitchen.

"Little shit needs to learn his life isn't on a damn iPad," James replied.

I felt the urge to step in. Doing so, I put my hand on my brother's chest. "He's not a little shit. He's your son." I look him in the eyes. My mother watches with a humble look.

"Get your dirty ass fingers off my chest. The hell you're going to do about me treating my own child the way I want to?" James grabs my wrist before throwing it off to the side.

"Ladies. Calm down," Amber screams from the kitchen.

I look away.

James nodded as if he'd won the fight and goes to hug our mother. Kissing her on her forehead, she didn't say a single word. Didn't even hug back. I felt a sense of terror in her energy.

I stand by the front door with my hands behind my back looking at her.

"I love you mom." James touches the side of her face before making his way to the kitchen.

"UNCLE AJAX!!!" Bonnie held out his arms and came running to me. I smile and kneel down before pulling his IPad from my behind back.

"Here you go, buddy?" I laugh. He was adorable.

Standing straight and with a worried face was my nephew. His skin pale and eyes baby blue. He looks me up and down. His arms behind his back as I was confused on why he didn't grab his IPad.

"What's wrong, Buddy Man?" I ask in concern. "Your hands are red," Bonnie whispers. I look at the palm of my hands.

Memories flood into my mind about yesterday. I tried so hard to forget about it.

I shove the IPad in Bonnie's arms before standing and sliding my hand sin my pockets.

"Who's in the mood for French toast sticks?" Amber asked.