From Heaven

There was a choice to be made. An important choice. One; I go to class and learn something new or two, nothing I’d execute in real life though. Or two; skip the f*****g class entirely and go get high with Lance and Alex. My older brothers. Now at this point, if you know me, the choice was very very simple and it most definitely involved skipping class. So as the legend goes, that’s exactly what happened. So far second year of college was a complete bust. I mean the three of us were pretty lucky to even get through college doors considering we’re foster children—or not so children? Foster teens you could say since I’m turning twenty and Liam and Alex are nearing twenty-two. We became a family when I was around five years old. I was put into the system after I was very evidently unwanted by my cracked out mother. Thanks again for that one Ma. I was brought up on the north side of town, where the houses are run down, every corner has a b***h that’s just trying to make a dollar, and the schools are a joke. Only for me to be saved and adopted into a home a few streets down. It’s shocking the difference a few houses down could make honestly. It was a new f*****g world put it that way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m living nothing remotely close to lavish or great but it’s a whole lot better than I should’ve gotten given my upbringing. When Patrick took me in, Liam and Alex were just a bit older than me. They were Patrick’s two sons. For some insane fate of a reason, Patrick was looking into fostering after his wife sadly passed, just around the time my little c***k baby ass was left alone in a public park after my mom shot up under the slide and took off. Apparently I had her needle in my hand, waiting for her when they found me. Just like that, Patrick was told of me and what happened and he wasn’t hesitant to foster me. Now it’s been what, almost 15 years and I have a father and two brothers. I don’t know what could make me happier. It’s scary to think about where I could’ve ended up if Patrick didn’t show up like a whole ass angel. “Will one of you fuckers pass me the lighter before I kill one of you?” Liam snaps angrily as he puts his rolled joint to his lips. Liam is the tough one you could say, in the many years I’ve known and loved him as a brother... I’m not sure I know what his smile looks like. He’s always holding a stern expression, almost as if he thinks if he lets a moment of weakness slide and he shows a smile or emotion, he’ll die or something. He’s always been that way, but added with that he’s probably one of the most real people I know. One who really has their head screwed on straight. Then we have Alex, the opposite of “head screwed on straight”. Alex is, Alex. He’s always smiling, joking, you can never take the guy serious. Plus he can convince you to do pretty much anything with a smirk and the bat of an eye. He’s known as the pretty boy at our campus, some Francisco Lachowski mother fucker. I hate it sometimes. On top of having all that going on, the kid is mad wild. Any drug, drink, crazy s**t? He’s done it—and he’ll do it again. “Acting like a fiend and crying over a lighter won’t get it to you any faster asshole.” I scoff and toss it to him with a roll of my eyes. A lot of people find my brothers hard to deal with, but I’ve been with them so long that I just don’t have any issues. I could guarantee that’s due to the fact I’m basically a combination of them both—just minus the d**k and balls you know. “She’s got a point Liam, gimme gimme never gets.” Alex chuckles. Liam extends his leg and gives Alex a kick off of the log we were sitting on. “Well gimme gimme just got fucker.” I laugh as the joint gets passed to me and I take a deep drag of the m*******a smoke. I wonder what I’d be doing right now if I didn’t turn to delinquency with my brothers. Would I be in a book club? Arguing over plots and characters, getting invested in characters who don’t exist and indulge in a fantasy world. Or would I be on a soccer team, boot f*****g a soccer ball into the back of the net, getting sexualized by the guy players while my ass bounces as I run. We don’t choose the dump truck life, it chooses us. I talk about being sexualized as if guys actually pay attention to me. They don’t. I mean unless they’re looking for a fun time at a party or something other than their girlfriend to pass the time. Now I’m not that girl okay. Half the time I never find out until after, so that’s absolutely not my problem. I’m just not a home wrecker. Except for this week. Now hear me out, I’m my defence the girl completely deserves it. She’s a piece of actual garbage, like tampon wrapper garbage from the ladies room in our school. Bitch might just be the whole damn tampon too. But she’s a nasty girl. SHE steals people’s boyfriends with intention. She messes with every girl in the school that she feels threatened by, her father owns the board of education so she pretty much gets anything she wants and gets away with everything added to that. So that’s just dandy. She’s also been on and off with Sam Night for about two years now. By on and off I mean off when she wants to sleep around and get attention and on when she’s over it and wants to stake claim on Sam. Since he’s the king of the school and all, no pun with the last name and all. Of course she needs the most praised upon guy in the town to call her “boyfriend”. Well guess f*****g what, that king of a boyfriend has been f*****g me for the past few days every chance he’s away from her. Now sure it started at a party when he was f****d off of blow with me, and he also hides the fact he even has made contact with me from everyone—but other than that we’ve been at it like animals. I’m starting to get the feeling I’m just a source for him to blow off some steam and actually get a good lay. I can’t imagine Cassidy South is a great f**k. I chuckle to myself. She definitely isn’t. “Are you baked or what? The f**k are you laughing at over there?” Alex turns to me and asked with a confused expression. I guess I forgot I wasn’t living in my mind for a moment. “I’m not baked you prude. I’m just thinking about the fact Sam would rather spend a night with me over his girlfriend Queen Cat-titty.” I smirk. “First of all—“ Liam inhales the smoke and exhales. “Cat-titty, never gonna catch on. Also, why are you smirking about being a hidden side hoe? The guys not even bragging about it to his friends. You’re just his secret.” If you can count on any person on the entire planet to keep it blunt and honest with you, it’s Liam Connors. “Thanks for that Liam. As awful as you make it sound, atleast he even wants anything to do with me unlike the rest of the assholes. I couldn’t get a d**k in me if I paid for it.” I roll my eyes. Whatever happened to getting laid sober? “You keep forgetting we’re your brothers because f*****g ew. Don’t ever say that s**t again.” Alex squeals in disgust. “I don’t want to picture d***s in you whether your paying or not.” Oh dear Alex. I begin to laugh. “The fact that you’re not used to s**t like this right now surprises me.” “Honestly me too.” Liam scoffs and chimes in. Of course. “You guys love me anyways though, admit it. I’m your favourite.” I smile giddily, I know damn well I’m a best friend to them just as they are to me. “Dont be stupid Ven, you know the answer to that.” Liam smiles. I mean as much of a smile as you get from that kid anyways. I turn my head to Alex and raise a questioning eyebrow. “Yes Ven, we love you.” Alex rolls his eyes. I always hope they love me as much as I do them. After all, they’re kind of my everything.