The provocative prince - S01 E06

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The provocative prince - S01 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Shadé

My dad was in trouble. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew he was. I could feel that there was something wrong because he still hadn’t come back. We were in March now, and my dad left for New York in late January. I’ve heard nothing from him on WhatsApp, and it was honestly making me very nervous. I checked my phone every day. One, hoping my father would reply to my messages, and two, because I applied for various jobs. I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening in New York with our parents, but I didn’t want to go in blind and broke. I had to prepare for anything in that expensive city. Ezra, however, was pissing me off with this lazy-bastard streak of his. He didn’t bother to take initiative and get a job, and that’s what’s been in infuriating me the most about all of this.

We’d been using our dad’s emergency funds to pay for rent and utility bills, but eventually, that was going to deplete sooner than later. Or so I had hoped for later.

I went outside to check the mail, feeling the cool air hit my polished dark skin. As I was checking the mailbox, I noticed one of our neighbors was staring at me from behind his curtains. I shivered, unsettled by the man’s strange gaze. I didn’t know how to decipher what his gaze meant, but I wasn’t a fan.

I speed-walked back into the townhouse and locked the door immediately behind me. “Ezra, there’s mail,” I announced, stepping into the living room as I looked through the mail. I sat down beside his sleeping body on the only sofa we had. My dad had barely furnished the place before he left. All we had in the living room was a three-seat sofa and a TV that sat on top of a plastic bin. In my room, I only had a mattress and thick comforter for these recent chilly nights.

I opened the mail one by one, starting with the first envelope. It was from my father’s employer. I scanned over the letter, recognizing that it was a notification of his termination from the company since he hadn’t been back to the UK for over a month. This was even more proof that something was wrong. He didn’t even notify his company of his whereabouts. “Ezra, wake up,” I shouted, startling my older brother.

“W-what,” he grunted sleepily and very bewildered.

“Daddy’s getting fired,” I informed him nervously.

“Well, he hasn’t been back for a while, Shadé. The f--k you expect,” he replied as he stood up to scratch his upper back and head to the kitchen.

“But the house,” I mentioned as I went to the next letter. This one was from the landlord. Why would the landlord be sending us mail when we paid everything on time? I ripped open the envelope and read that letter. The more I read it, the more pissed I got at the fact that… we were late on rent for this month. “Ezra what the hell is this,” I interrogated, moving the rest of the mail off of my lap and quickly stomping towards him. “Weren’t you supposed to be using daddy’s emergency funds to pay for this until we started working,” I continued, waving the letter in front of him.

“Who are ‘we’? Shadé, I’m not staying, bruh,” he shook his head in disagreement. “What’s the point of contributing shit to rent and these bills when I’m not planning to stay here? They might as well kick our Black asses out,” he nagged before drinking a cup of water.

I slammed my hand onto the kitchen counter. He had me f----d up! “Do you know how hard it’s going to be to get back on our feet in New York? We have to plan and prepare now,” I pestered. “Daddy is not answering his WhatsApp, we don’t know where Mama Grace is we have no f-----g idea what’s going on with Ma! Ezra, we will literally start from scratch.” The fact that I had no idea where they were was f-----g breaking me inside.

“If you want to stay here, that’s up to you, man. I’m going the f--k home. F--k Ma, f--k Lisa, f--k everyone! Coming to this country was a f-----g mistake, god-dammit,” He shouted, slamming the cup onto the counter and storming upstairs. Why did he feel the need to bring up that b---h Lisa? He knew how much disdain I had for that evil ass broad.

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