Chapter: 8

Harlem POV:

“Harlem is time to wake up” I heard my mother voice.

    I sit up, and rub my eyes, once open I look out the window to see that we was parked us in front a red brick two-story house. I got out of the car and look around. I see that the neighborhood looked distant, but it was nothing like being back at home, where I grew up and missing Jason. I’m never thought that everything will come to this, I’m still in disbelief.

     “Come on, let’s go look and get this over with” my mother said.

 I nodded, Jessika and I follow my mother as she led the way towards the house. My father stood by the car; I believe he was waiting on the movers. My mother took out the key from her purse, she places in the key hold and unlock it. When the door open, we all walked in we walk around until we step in the living room there, I notice the walls was white, it had a mental piece right along with a fireplace. Also, there are long red drapes covering the windows.

    Next, we all enter the dining room, the walls are white also, there a chandelier light hanging in the middle of the room. The space was a nice size that you can fit a table and some chairs in. The last part we look at was the kitchen, the walls was yellow. Also had a kitchen island in the middle of the floor, from the look of everything it seems kind of cozy. But it doesn’t make up for leaving our own home behind.

“What do you kids think?” my mother asks.

“I guess it’s o.k. I would rather go back home,” Jessika stated.

“ I know baby I feel the same way too, but what’s done is done we cannot keep crying over spill milk. So let just find a way to adjust to the new situation.”

“Ok, I will try mom.”

“What do you think Harlem, you are quiet?”

“I just wish that we did not have to move, it’s my fault that I put us all in this predicament- “

“How many times that I have to tell you it’s not your fault? Harlem you did what any other person would have done, you kick someone ass.”

“I know mom, I still feel that if I did not do that, we will still be happy living in our home. Jessika will still hang with her friends, and you mother will decorate the house, and spending time with auntie.”

“Harlem mother right it’s not your fault, let just accept that we are somewhere new. It’s not the end of the world” Jessika said.

“Ok if you both say so”

“Enough with this emotional stuff, you two go upstairs and pick out your rooms”

“Ok” Jessika and I said in unison.

  We walked out of the kitchen searching for the stairs when we found we headed up. After looking around for ten minutes we pick out the rooms that we wanted.  There four bedrooms I choose a room that had blue and white painting on the walls, with hardwood floors it seems to be the second biggest. Jessika room was just as I expect, it girly with purple walls, and black carpet on the floors.

   Once we settle with the bedrooms, we headed back downstairs. When we reach the first floor, I wish we could had stay up. we hear our parent arguing and it was a heated conversation. Jessika and I looked at each other went into the living room. There we could see both standing there facing each other.

“ Braxton you have done some stupid things in life, this here is the dumbest of them all. Why did you buy this house without getting it inspected? we could live in a death trap without even knowing about it?”

“ I told you Felicity, I had to do what I had to do since we had to leave town in a hurry”

“You made that decision for all of us, we did not have a say so, you call yourself a man? You let asshole drive us out of town because you were too much of a coward to stand up to him. Let’s tell it like it is, you could never be a real man.”

“I had enough of your nagging and complaining just get over yourself, and deal with the situation now. It’s done stop dwelling on bullshit, it’s in the past now excuse me I must go talk to the movers” My father said leaving out.

      After a long day we are finally move in, I finally got all my stuff in my room organize. I went downstairs, once downstairs I headed into the kitchen to see that my mother was cooking. I could still see how upset she is, it hard for all of us to adjust to our new environment. I could see that it still hurt her from it, my mother wanted to strong for me and Jessika.

“Mother do you need any help?”

“ No I’m fine in here dinner almost done, just go out in the dining room make sure I set the table up”

“ OK” I walked out.

  At dinner it was silence only thing you can hear utensils hitting the plates, the silence was killing me so I spoke “The food is wonderful mom”

“Thank you honey, I try my best”

“Harlem, Jessika you two will start school tomorrow, Principal Foley already sent your school records over to the school” My father said.

“How did he know where to send them?”  I ask.

“ I told them where to sent them”

“ So you planned this all along?”

“ I had to act fast on it?”

“ Figure” I mumble as I continue to eat.

 When dinner is over, I clean up my mess, and headed into my room, got myself ready for bed. I pull back the blanket got in the bed; I lay there for a minute thinking about what tomorrow will bring? “I hope it will be a good start” I said closing my eyes.