Taming Each Other 3

Royal’s POV

After school

I was walking to my car… alone thinking about what I had told him and the implications that it set that I might actually care. The one person who I didn’t want to know might actually know now.

My phone started pinging like crazy so I took it out I had gotten texts from both  Natalie and for some reason Ivy. I clicked on Natalie’s name first.

Sister #1
~Don’t bother waiting
~I’m getting a ride from Cash
~Tell mom I’ll be home soon
~Haley wants u 2 go 2 her room when you get home

Me
~👍

Slut 🐱
~I’m so so srry
~we have to cancel plans tonight
~something came up
~ttyl 2 reschedule

Me
~Sure

Great. The one day I really needed a distraction I don’t have one. I got in the car and was about to start the engine when my phone pinged again. I internally screamed, but picked it up. Oh… Mom.

Public Spawn Point
~Can you baby sit? Your dad and I are going on a date.

Me
~I have nothing better to do

Public Spawn Point
~Thank you. I’ll talk to you later. I love you.❤️.

Me
~Ok

With that I finally started up my car to head straight to my living hell. Also known as home. I guess it’s good that Ivy canceled on me so I don’t have to cancel on her, but I’m so quizzing her on why at lunch tomorrow.

I finally arrived home and walked inside heading towards the kitchen wondering what Haley needed. Since she turned ten she’s pretended that her family doesn’t exist. Of course first I had to deal with the Baby Popping Couple first.

“Oh yay you’re here!” Why is she yelling, “Denver, he’s here we can leave!”

“Wait, right now?”

“Yeah, you’re mother and I are getting a hotel so don’t bother waiting till we get home if you know what I mean,” I glared at him and looked back at my mom.

“And now I want to cut my ears off.”

“Oh don’t be like that. BYE BABIES!” I know that it was only meant for my siblings, but I’m pretty sure the entire neighborhood heard that, “bye baby,” she said a quieter before kissing me on the cheek and then walked out of the house.”

“You better not have another kid! 7 is enough!”

“Bye.”

When is that woman gonna go through menopause they really need it. Wait… she didn’t even ask about Natalie. That’s new she worries about all her kids and needs to know everything about them all the time… well except me of course. But I don’t need it like Natalie obviously does if she’s hanging with Hugh.

“I’m home!”

I popped my head out of the kitchen to see the front door. Speak of the motherfucking devil and he shall appear.

“Why are you in my house? Why is he in my house?”

“No cursing?” I ignored him and looked directly at Natalie.

“I invited him over to hang out,” I rolled my eyes and walked away when I heard very loud whispering, “he doesn’t curse at home. For one mom would murder him for cursing in front of her babies and two he doesn’t want to taint the younger kids either,” louder so she knows that I can hear her from the living room, “where is mom!”

“She and Denver went on a date. I’m babysitting. They’re not gonna be home till sometime tomorrow.”

“Gross!”

“Yeah, where’s Haley?”

“Check her room she sounded pretty sad when she called.”

I walked to the stairs next to the kitchen where Natalie was raiding the cabinets and Hugh was now looking at me. I glared back at him and ran up the stairs to Haley’s room.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I closed her door behind me, “what’s wrong?”

“You can’t get mad at me,” why was she crying.

“I’m not gonna get mad. Why would I get mad at you?”

“I don’t know because mommy and daddy would if I told them.”

“Honey no no no,” I was trying to reassure her the best I could because she really needed whatever this was off her chest, but I was getting more and more worried by the second, “tell me you can trust me.”

I’ve always been more of a parent than my mom and dad. It was either they were never home or they were unfit to treat to their own children. My mom has always been a pretty good mom to the others once they were old enough for her to care, but my dad is a piece of shit to everyone if he didn’t get his way…to me especially. That’s why I called him Denver or sperm donor to his face. Of course I still call him dad when talking about him to the others, but no need to taint their memory as much as mine. That drunkard. I don’t know why my mom is still with him after what I told her. I actually know that it’s just because she doesn’t care about me or what he does to me.

“I have a crush on someone at my school.” I paused from rubbing her shoulders for a second before she looked at me sadly and I resumed.

“That’s new, but why would I or mom or… dad be upset at you for that?”

“Ummm…” she stopped obviously not wanting to say.

“Ok, what’s his name?”

She said something but it was barely a whisper and I could not hear what.

“What sweetheart?”

“Her name is Lily. Lily Matthews,” she started crying again.

Well… that would explain why she thought mom and Denver would be mad. Denver was a huge homophobic bitch, despite everything he does, and mom was a pushover that just listened to him about everything. He yelled at an ad during the fucking Super Bowl commercial for an hour… because of one gay kiss. When I was 11. He hasn’t watched the Super Bowl since.

“Well I’m excited to meet this girl. If you like her I’m sure she’s wonderful,” I smuggled my sister in a hug and pulled her to lay down with me, “sweetheart, you never have to worry about me hating you I’ll support you and the other 5 germs no matter what. I might get angry, but I’ll never stop caring. Now I’m gonna go check on the rest while you come up with a plan to get your girl.”

I gave her one last hug before walking out of the room towards the room next to mine which held the youngest member of the Hawkson tribe. Why next to mine when our parents room are literally on the exact opposite side of the house? Because they don’t wanna get up when she starts crying in the middle of the night. That’s my job. They don’t start caring about their own kids till it can talk and walk.

I walked into the room just as she woke up, “hi baby.”

I picked her up and changed her diaper before heading downstairs with her still in my arms. I walked into the kitchen to get some baby food for Chicago before going into the dining room to feed the poor baby. Of course Hugh was still there. He looked between me and Chicago for a good couple of seconds before looking back to the game he and Natalie were playing. I put Chicago into her high chair and started to feed her before I got a call. I paused and look at my phone… Jasper? What did he want?

“Feed Chicago for a little bit I have to take this.”

“What? Why? I’m in the middle of a game and she always spits it up onto me when a try to feed her.”

“She’s a baby. They do that. I’ll be right back.” I shoved the baby food in her hand and walked away to take the call.

“I’m busy, what?”

“Save me they are trying to bond! They just asked me what I’ve been doing recently. I will die if I tell them.”

“Seriously this is why you called?”

“This is a matter of life and death my parents aren’t as nonchalant as yours and Ivy’s please!”

“Just lie!”

“Do you not know that they are both black? Black parents have superpowers beyond anyone’s understanding. LYING WON’T WORK!”

“Well then it’s probably not best to yell about it especially when you parents are in the next room over and when you know your in my ear.”

“Sorry. Your right.”

“Just try. I ended up babysitting so I can’t do anything else for you. Call Tristan he’s probably looking for an excuse to ditch his sister making her babysit by herself and since his parents aren’t home you’re the perfect one.”

“Thanks man. I owe you.”

“We both know that you don’t and even if you did neither of us would make you pay up.”

“Yeah,” annoying bitch.

“Talk later,” I sighed after Natalie yelled for me to come back. “I have a baby to feed since my sister apparently can’t.”

“Bye dude.”

I finally hanged up and walked to the kitchen when I realized Hugh. As in Cash Hugh was feeding Chicago. Why was he feeding her?

“I see you have this under control.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do it anymore she spat on my face.”

“It’s fine,” I looked at Hugh and dreaded the words coming out of my mouth, “if you could continue feeding Chicago I have 3 more siblings to check on.”

“Of course.”

I stared at him for a couple of seconds and I know it was petty, but didn’t even say thank you because that was a sign of weakness. What I did wonder is why does he only hate me? While we were having our little staring competition a loud crash came from upstairs and screams started coming out shortly after. Screams which sounded a lot like Emily and Haley. My heart dropped as I turned around and started sprinting upstairs. Please don’t let it be that something bad had happened to them.

(A/N)
What do you think about big brother Royal compared to the outside Royal? Why do you think Emily and Haley screamed? I hope you are enjoying the story.

Scene between Coach Black and Mrs. Black

“That was the drama between Hawkson and Hugh today. I don’t know how to get them to stop I’ve tried everything and I know if I kick them off the team their fights will get 10x worse.”

James Black was so done with Cash Hugh and Royal Hawkson so he was trying to confide in his wife to help them out. She was their Home Ec. Teacher so she knew what he was going through.

“I have this project coming up that will force students to be together a good portion of time for the rest of the semester and maybe I can partner them up. And not just them but their little friend groups too so I can try to relieve some of the tension between the two.”

“Why would making them be together for longer be helpful.”

“The project requires them to get to know each other so maybe it will either stop their fighting or allow them to fight out of school so they won’t in school.”

“If they still refuse? Or continue fighting in school?”

“You can threaten to kick them off the team that’ll straighten them out to the point they’ll be willing to wait till after school since they now have a different release.”

“Sounds like a plan you are a genius of a women.”

“I know. Now you have to talk to your children about Royal and something else I just found out about.”

No. No. No. Why does everything have to deal with that boy. She stared pointedly at me like she knew my internal struggles.

“AVA BLACK, ALEXA BLACK, AND MARCUS BLACK GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!”

(A/N)
Do you want to hear the Black families conversation or leave it alone? Sorry for the long wait I was getting overwhelmed by school and my stupid English teacher.