I sat in the kitchen in the fetal position crying my eyes out. Mama had whipped me for the first time in my life. I had done the worst thing a human could ever do. The most disgusting act too heinous to even mention on this very page! Mama had enough of me one weekend. It started with one of my twin cousins, Kyla. She was very popular in high school with the advantage of getting away with murder if she wanted to. Coreletta, the twins mother, had married the Sheriff. That was a golden opportunity for Mama to obtain more drugs. Her heroin habit had reached an all time high, (no pun intended). Kyla would steal evidence her crooked step-father would withhold from a drug bust.
Kyla, the oldest twin by three minutes, had a dark side. To be sixteen, she knew a lot of guys and had told Mama once that she dated a few of the men her step-dad had locked up. Kyla was currently dating Taser, a fresh parolee. He had shot a rival gang member. Spending ten of his thirty year sentence in prison for the cold blooded murder, Taser, who was twenty-nine, had no problem sliding his way into Kyla's legs. I mean heart!
Since her parents did not know what Kyla was up to, she would sneak over to our house. Mama treated that girl better than me. She would give Kyla beer and even allowed the illegal couple to have sex in the back of the house. Taser began to set up shop in the laundry room of our run down mobile home. Kyla pranced around with her weed and beer like she was grown. They talked like best friends, Kyla and Mama. I hated Kyla, so I told her parents about her sneaking over to our house and drinking. Coreletta had sent Kyla away to live with her paternal grandmother. Sneaking away from there also, Kyla was back within days.
Mama hid the slutty bitch when her step-dad came looking for her. Licking her tongue at me as they tied me up, duct taping my mouth shut. The last straw was when Mama had moved me out of my room and gave it to Kyla because she was "pregnant". Mama knew damn well that me and Nadia shared that room. I only held on to it for that reason. Nadia was my older sister. Mama's heroin addicted boyfriend had turned her into a whore, injected her with that poison and then when she overdosed, the bastard threw her into the back of a pickup truck that barricaded our bedroom window. Mama knew that room held a lot of memories for me. When I came home from school that next afternoon, all of my things were packed neatly by the bathroom door.
The next day, I informed the school of my home life. The way I had been treated. Within minutes, a social worker and two deputies were knocking on my front door. Sitting across the street at the park, watching the commotion go down as the deputies caught Mama, Kyla, and Taser getting high from the large batch of heroin on the table. They were to high to fight the police. Being dragged lifelessly to jail, the three druggies were taken downtown. Days later, after things had settled down, I entered the trailer resuming life like before. I threw out Kyla's belongings, fixed myself a sandwich, then settled down to a movie. Maybe being a tattletale wasn't so bad after all.