Page 22 of His Four Leaf Clover

“Fuck it.”

Montrell got out of his car, jogged up the steps to his parents’ house and used his key to enter. The alarm started blaring, but the door barely opened. He pushed it a little, hoping that he could move whatever was behind it. A short time later, he heard the alarm being disabled before he heard his mother’s voice.

“If you wake up my grandbabies, the only place you’re gonna be sleeping tonight is the emergency room.” Miriam opened the door but blocked the entrance with her short, plump frame.

“What’s wrong with the door? Something must be blocking it.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with that door. We put a deadbolt on it,” his father, Henry, spoke up from the darkness.

“You not gon’ keep disrespecting our house, coming in here all times of the morning. Now, we allowed you to sleep here sometimes, but anything after midnight is the next day. You already know I don’t play that shit.” Miriam stood on business, but he was usually able to break his father.

Henry came into view nodding, agreeing with his wife.

“Seriously, pappy, I can’t believe you right now.”

Henry had them all spoiled, especially the twins. Over the years, he’d obviously had enough of their foolishness because he was starting to sound like his wife.

If he were being honest with himself, he didn’t blame him. The twins spent years doing nothing but smoking weed, playing ball and depending on their father to support them. Rondell went to college, but that was a waste. He remained a freshman the entire time he was there. After a while, their father put his foot down and started showing them tough love. They thought he was gonna fold after a while, but his wife wasn’t having it.

He and Rondell ended up going to school and getting a degree in business and graphic design. They both worked at home for different companies, in addition to opening their own printing business. Their older brother, Montez, let them occupy some empty space in the rear of his tattoo shop and they got a lot of business.

Even their love life had taken a positive turn. Montrell ended up dating Tru, one of his brother’s employees. They did good for a while until she got fed up with his late hours of clubbing and partying. After months of threatening, she finally left him alone and put him out of their shared apartment that she already had before they met. Montrell was hurt but he had nobody else to blame but himself.

Montrell and his twin had some crazy sexual habits, but that all changed when he met Tru. She was the first and only woman that he ever loved and wanted to be with exclusively. It felt good coming home to her every night but, as usual, he fucked it up.

“Well, believe it,” Henry replied, bringing him back to the present conversation.

“Alright, I apologize for coming in so late. I promise it’ll never happen again.” Montrell, just like always, thought his apology was enough. He tried once again to walk into the house.

“You still ain’t coming in here. All of my grandbabies are here and we don’t have nowhere for you to sleep.” His mother pushed him back and refused to let him enter.

“Y’all got like six rooms up in here.”

“And they’re all occupied.”

“Alright, I’ll crash on the sofa.”

“Not on my new leather sofa. And the floor is off limit too. I paid too much for that rug.”

“That’s what you get. You ain’t have no business losing that girl over some dumb shit the way you did. Them streets ain’t worth being homeless.” Henry was shaking his head as he fussed at him.

“Alright man, I’m going crash by Bria.” Montrell turned to walk away but his mother’s next words stopped him.

“Bria is out of town with her boyfriend, so don’t waste your time.”

His sister had been divorced for a few years, but she didn’t date for a while. She had some emotions to work out within herself so she was seeing a therapist to help her work through her feelings. Almost two years ago, she started dating a male nurse at the new hospital that she started working at and they’d been inseparable since they made things official. Her girls were teenagers now, but Miriam still treated them like babies. She would die before she let Bria leave them home alone while she traveled.

“Where am I supposed to go?” Montrell held his hands out for emphasis.

“I don’t know but I pray that you get there safely. We love you and have a blessed day.” Miriam closed her door and locked up her house.

“Fuck!” Montrell yelled as he got back into his car.

His older brother and his wife were in Miami, so he didn’t bother going to their house. The only other option he had was his twin. That was also the only place that he had a key to. He wasn’t in the mood to look in his annoying ass girlfriend’s face, but that was better than sleeping in his car.

“Fuck!” Rondell hissed as he bit his bottom lip.

He watched lustfully as his dick slid in and out of Alva’s slim frame. They went to a mutual friend’s party the night before and came in late. He and Alva had just made up after their last big fallout, and she woke him up to some bomb ass head. It was almost noon, and he was tired as hell but he wasn’t complaining. Lately, he and Alva argued more than anything. She was the youngest of four and spoiled rotten by her entire family. She was used to getting her way but so was Rondell. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be, but his father had him and his siblings spoiled too.