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"Mr. Balewa, I couldn't come in because I got arrested!" This old african nigga can squawk in my ear. I have no idea what he's saying. After a deep breath this man finally speaks english. "You are my best employee. I can't lose you."
"Yes Mr. Balewa…" Is because I'm a 308 werewolf? Or something else? "Wallie!" my cousin calls from the front porch, "Daddy want you!"
"I'm on the phone, I'll be in there soon!"
He leaves and I start having maritals through the phone. "Tell me, is it something that I'm doing?"
"No, mister Balewa…" I roll my eyes. "I got arrested…"
"You can't get arrested, you're the most wonderful girl I know. You always coe to work on time, your cooking is incredible, Wyleisha."
I'm sick. I work at fucking Whataburger not a prestigious restaurant or some stank shit. "I'm going to fire Cliffor. He keeps smoking behind the business."
"I don't go back there--"
"It will cut out all the bullshit, I know it. Wyleisha, you could do it all on your own."
"No I cannot!" I hate him. Ever since my ass left the house for a fucking job. I've had nothing but bad luck! Keku got into a car accident so bad he had cast that covered his thigh.
I'm not driving.
"Just let me take care of everything, my love."
"I GOT ARRESTED!" the phone call ends and I look up to see my giant uncle in all his blackness in the sun. That's the great thing about being a werewolf.
I don't have fucking sun allergies. But I am allergic to grass.
"That's why."
I sigh, "I don't know how--"
"To say fuck off?" he raises a brow. "My ears is too damn good."
"Sorry." I'm not sure what to say. My uncle Chai Gains is my daddy's brother. He picked me up from the orphanage after he got a call from the old apartments that Yawa was missing. "Go in the house. We're having your favorite."
"Can we have the pinto beans with the meat in it?"
"We ain't got beans… Okra gotta go shoppin'" he pushes me to the house. "The fuck I am!" she yells.
My aunt Okra is a six seven woman with a thick build. She's albino with bright pale skin. Not a vampire, still a werewolf.
I climb the stairs and my uncle argues with his wife. "Somebody in this damn house has to leave!" he shouts. "You do it!" retorts auntie. "And I ain't going, you want me to get cancer?"
"Cancer?" I walk in the door seeing my uncle sniff my aunt. His ears pop out of his head. "Bitch that's aids…"
Okra reaches to smack him, "I hate you!
"Calm down honey, just turn around…" he twists her around. "GET OFF ME!"
I head upstairs. The house is small, holding four dogs and a half. Sashimi is a Tibetan Mastiff, not really a pet. Uncle and my daddy have a terrible relationship and sadly I turned out like my papa. I'm a dog fighter and Uncle can't stand it.
Dog fighting is dog against dog; it puts the dog eat dog world to sense. But he's against it and daddy owned a huge kennel with 266 werewolves. I get his point of view but if somebody had the means to do it. Wouldn't you sell your own people?
Everything is a profit. I can't blame daddy, it's not like the world said use it.
"Wallie!" my cousin calls me. "Have you seen StrayHouse?"
"No." I get to the top stairs and round the fence to Keku's bed. "Everybody wolf status talk about this shit. Appearently, the actor Edwin Crepin ate somebody on set."
"Normal."
"You wanna watch the first episode?"
"I guess…" I sit down on his bed which can't hold me or him. "Thank you…" he looks at me. "That's the third one."
I'm not ashamed about being fat. I'm fat, I like being fat. And cute being fat. Fat chicks with nipple piercings are cute and I don't give a fuck.
I exercise.
He turns on the DVD player and goes to the menu. "Is this a show or movie?"
"Show. I got season 1."
I sit up on the bed and creaks. "You are so cute." my cousin smiles. "But fat as hell. You owe me a bed."
"Bite ass."
"Suck dick."
"I try." I put my finger in my mouth. "Don't nothin' fit. I like double macs."
"I'm tellin!"
StrayHouse TV show
Episode 1
[Esmee Ooms comes downstairs of the family farm home. Her brother, Paxton is sitting on the couch reading a letter.]
Esmee: Pay?
[Paxton looks back at his sister]
Paxton: Oh… I'm just reading a letter from dad.
Esmee: Mom threw away his letters.
Paxton: Well, she wants to forget. Not me. She can carry on acting like nothing happened but I never want to forget.
[Esmee Ooms looks at the letter with her brother. -I'll never let Aria know about it. All this bad luck on the family started with me. I should have thrown away bad habits. Bad traditions. I can't even say it's the wolf in me. I'm just like this all on my own. I put my kids in it.-]
Esmee: What is talking about?
Paxton: It's like a diary. It's hundreds of sheets in the attic
It looks interesting but Aunti calls from below and depart from the cousin's side. "Yes, Ma'am" for a moment she spits Swahili. "Excuse my tongue honey. Can you go into the market and pick some things up?"
"Sure."
"I hate to ask you, you just got out of jail… even though you shouldn't be doing dumb shit anyway."
Bitch, don't. "Yes, ma'am. Do I take the truck?"
"You can but I really don't want you to." At least she's honest whilst being the bougie. "Only Anubis could find the car again."
I need to say something. Something terrible. "Alright by auntie." FUCK.
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I go into the market and we live Rappahannock River. I used to go to Chesapeake Bay just bullshit since Auntie won't let me fucking smoke.
But I also do that other thing like once a mouth.
Uncle doesn't know but Keku does. Am I a bad person? No. I don't think so. I should refill while thinking about it but LeMaun has messaged me to get my refill.
I get out the truck once I get into the market place. Vamps, Witches, and Wolves gather here, legally. Lady Dazz is a regular to the family, because Okra won't buy from any one else.
She has a bulding, there are at least 15 different stalls around but Lady Dazz has a shop.
When I get the building with a dog holding a cup of beer made out of cardboard. I walk in, Lady Dazz has a son, Keegan. I think he likes me but I don't care for small dogs.
"Well!" Lady Dazz is behind the counter talking to her son. I think Lady Dazz is a Kaatcher too, retired but still a Kaatcher. Which isn't the same thing daddy used to do.
I'm surprised I remembered that. "Wallie! Need something?"
"Well, she didn't give me a list." I say.
"It's good, I have her regular packings ready to go. She called."
"Don't y'all deliever?"
"No!" adds Keegan. "You can come pick it up, and take it to yo house."
"Keys, leave Wallie alone." his mother advises. "She asked a question mama, I answered."
"I got a question hows your daughter…" I smirk. "You got what a litter of eight?"
"Seven you big bitch."
"And one on the way…"
Lady Dazz opens her mouth in surprise. "Wallie you might be psychic. Because his baby mama called bullshittin' on my phone again!" she leaves and goes to the back of the store. "Mama! What did you say!" he glares at me. "I hate you."
"Shit just happens. I'm a dog--"
"A mighty big bitch, you look like a square of bread."
"Nigga fuck you!"
I don't look that bad. I surely don't look like a cube of bread. I'm a thick, luscious lady. I cannot believe I'm growing hair on chin but I don't have a fucking bread.
Is it noticeable?
"Here you go Wallie. You need any help?" Lady dazz puts the four bags of food on the counter. "No ma'am, thank you."
"I also put in another thing." she says.
"I hope it didn't run up her tab."
"No, same 95." I pay her and gather the groceries. "What's the other thing?"
"Its a green bag for YOU."
"A green bag?" I look through everything go ahead and take it. "Alright, Lady, I'll be seeing you my next slave trip."
I'm joking.
I load everything in the truck's bed and the my little luggage goes in the front seat. Keegan comes out to see me before I drive off. "Wallie…"
I roll down the window. "What's up?"
"Are you on drugs?"
"What?"
"Are you?"
"No."
"I heard from Hamdani you went to ring?"
"One time--"
"Multiple." We lock eyes but not in a romantic way. "How could you?"
"I'm being safe. I'm overdosing."
"I'm sicken…" he beats the side of my car and I pull off without a second thought.