What's up folks?!

Y'all probably hate me right now and I don't blame you. I'm very very sorry, alright?

What do you think Carmon should do when it comes to her dating life?

Well, we're going to figure that out later because, right now, it's Tiffany's turn in the spotlight. Watch her serve us with the pettiness!

Please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story. Just saying.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫

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"Ugh! I can't believe I'm actually asking you guys this...and I do mean to call you all guys, but I need your help. I've been trying to call my sister all night. She's not answering," I said as I sat back down on the couch after pacing around the living room.

I've called my sister (yes, I'm talking about that promiscuous woman, Carmon) about 10 times back-to-back. She would not answer me at all.

"Since you're in college, I'm going to let your smart ass answer this question because I KNOW you'll get it correct. Is that how you're supposed to ask someone for help?" Rena said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes as Jessica spat "Does it go straight to voicemail, ring then go to voicemail, or ring two to three times then go to voicemail?"

You see how irritating she is? I can't stand her the most.

"Why does that even matter? I'm trying to find my sister. Not figure out my sister's ringback tone," I said annoyed.

"Answer the damn question or I'll 'ring' you back a few years," Jessica said as she held her fist up at me with anger.

What a bitch.

"Fine! I guess it rang twice then went to voicemail," I said with a disgusted look on my face. The idea of her hand even touching my face made me want to die. There was an endless amount of possibilities of where her hands could have been.

"Then that probably means she's declining your calls. She's basically saying that she's good. Stop calling her, Tiff," Jana said as she leaned back on the couch and wrapped her arm around Jessica.

She's supposed to be the modifier. The 'cool' one out of them two. I don't understand their relationship. It's disturbing. Why would you want to be with another girl in the first place?

You can't have babies.

Your partner has no penis.

And the public will eventually hate you.

Hell, the public already hates them and not just because of Jessica's distasteful and obnoxious demeanor. It's like they don't even care. It's absolutely sad.

As Aunt Clara always told me, other people's thoughts really matter. What slobs.

Anyway, I'm Tiffany and I'm 18 years old, but I act like the oldest out of all of these....

'Ladies'....and I use that term with sincere regret.

I live with all of these monsters and, surprisingly, I'm related to one of them.

Yes, Carmon just so happens to be my sister. You wouldn't think we're sisters because we're complete opposites.

I keep my privates private and her privates.....

Well, they get exposed on Twitter. No joke.

She lays around with every man in town.

I honestly don't understand how we even share the same last name.

This is one of the many reasons why our Aunt Clara adores me. She calls me all the time and sends presents because she loves me.

Of course she has to ask about my sister but goes off on a negative tangent about her.

Do you see why it's important to keep a good image?

Carmon really needs to learn how to be a lady, but does she listen to me?

Absolutely not and that's why she comes home with bruises from that no-good dirty thug.

I will never understand her.

Anyway, the only person I really talk to is Rena, but she's similar to Carmon in a way. She messes around with this dog that barely cares for her.

Nobody listens to me though and I want to say it's because of my blonde hair and my age.

Not all blondes are ditzy and stupid.

It seems like I'm the only one with some sense around here. I will never understand why the rest of the ladies can't get it together.

Maybe fifth time's the charm. Get it? Cause I'm the fifth person and....

Never mind.

So we're trying to reach Carmon at like 10:30 in the evening and she's not answering. Tonight was supposed to be movie night and she was supposed to pick the movie.

"Where in the hell is she at?" I said as we sat here thinking.

"She better not be with that boy we told her not to be with..." Jessica noted.

That's the one thing I can actually agree with her on. Heath has been in our lives since Carmon was 15. Once our parents died, we moved in with our Aunt Clara and Carmon was never at home. She hung out with him and some other hoodlums around the neighborhood.

I really feel that Carmon could have a wonderful life if it wasn't for him impregnating her. Now my uncontrollable niece is here and I'm sick of her, honestly. She's so intrusive and rude. This is why I have no kids.

Oh, you want to know about my little pregnancy scare earlier? Yeah, it was just a pregnancy scare. I can barely take care of myself, much less another human being. Plus, I do not like slimy gross people. Kids included.

"She can be with that boy if she wants. As long as we know she's fine, that's all that matters. Jessica, Carmon's grown. She's an adult. We can't keep tabs on her like that. Let her breathe," Jana stupid mouth opened.

She must not know that this fool puts his hands on my sister. Although I don't approve of my sister's actions, I refuse to be responsible for my sister being dead.

"You're about to get your mouth stapled shut. Shut up," Jessica said to Jana with a disgusting face.

"Oooooh! I volunteer to buy the stapler and the staples. You may need a big one because her mouth is huge," I joked.

"Guys, this is not funny. Jana, that's the problem. We don't know if she's okay. She just declined the calls," Rena said with worry. At least someone was making sense.

"Pause. She ignored Tiffany's calls. I repeat, she ignored TIFFANY'S calls. The rest of us never called her," Jana said with a smirk on her face.

Like I wouldn't catch that sly remark. If you even call it sly. More like idiotic.

"Well, since she won't answer my calls, you call her," I said with some attitude.

Jana smirked, picked up her phone, and dialed her number. Let's see if she'll answer her phone calls. How could she? If she won't answer her own sister's phone calls, what makes Jana think that Carmon will answer hers?

As she was calling her, she walked out of the living room for a brief second. Jessica kept her eyes on her.

Well, after that little debacle between the three of them, Jessica watched Jana's every move like a hawk. I didn't blame her.

But do you see why it's unhealthy to date the same sex? We're all moody and you never know if the other person is on their period. It's terrible.

"Now if she answers, everyone shut the hell up until she gets off the phone. I don't want you all scaring her off. Understand?" Jana said marching back into the living room.

We all nodded as she put the phone call on speaker and placed it on the table. After that, she pressed her lips together and stared at me. What was this? A contest to see who Carmon loved the most or something?

Of course, I'd win that contest. She wouldn't answer Jana's phone calls if she wouldn't answer my phone calls.

"Hello, Jana," Carmon's restless voice said through the phone after the first two rings.

What. The. Hell?

"Hey, Carms. I just wanted to see if you were alright. The girls and I have been waiting on ya. It's movie night and you're supposed to pick the movie," Jana said as she smirked at me.

Ugh, she's so appalling.

"Oh...I completely forgot. After my day at work, I decided to kick it with Brittany for a minute. She's leaving in a few days and I wanted to see her off," Carmon explained. Her voice sounded shaky.

Like she had been crying or something. It made me feel uneasy.

She could see that whore on another day besides today. I despised Brittany. She's the whole reason why Carmon was never home. How do you think Carmon met Heath?

"Okay, well are you coming home? It's going on 11 o'clock at night, girl," Jana asked.

"Nah. I'll be spending the night with Britt for a few days. I'll be back soon. I promise and I'll make it up to you guys," Carmon said with that shaky voice again.

"Alright then. We'll see you soon," Jana said as she ended the call.

What a disappointment. I was frustrated.

She makes up these events only for her to not be here. Plus, she has a child. Where's Loraina going?

"Once again, she throws her child on me. Guys, I can't keep going through this," Rena said with her arms crossed.

I felt so bad for her. Rena has a problem with telling people no. Especially Carmon. Every time Carmon is doing something or going out, Rena is stuck with Sticky Fingers. She just needs to tell her no sometimes.

"And I'm guessing she's sleeping in her work clothes because all her clothes are here," Jessica said.

"Nah, hun. She has an overnight bag that she keeps in her car," Jana explained.

We all looked at her in shock and disbelief. How would she know about Carmon's sleeping bag, right?

"No one else carries an overnight bag in their car?" Jana continued.

"Who's house am I staying at besides my own, Jana?" Jessica asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I keep loose clothes in my car but I never know that I have them in my car," Rena confessed.

Well that's because you need to clean your car, Rena! It's gross.

"Well, chill out. Rena, you're not going to watch Raina on your own. We're going to help you," Jana said...volunteering our services.

"We will?" Jessica asked.

"So...I just want to know who gave you the authority to just volunteer our services like this? I'm not watching that nose picker," I said with attitude.

I never said I would watch her and, if I'm not mistaken, I have my own voice. I can speak. Didn't we already go over this? I do not care for children. Especially other people's children.

"Rena needs our help. So does Carmon. So, until Carmon comes back, each of us will watch Raina. Come on. This is for our friend and YOUR sister, Tiff," Jana said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's cute, dandy, and whatever, but do you remember the last time you and Jessica tried to 'babysit' that crunch muncher?" I said with a smirk on my face.

"She's right, Jana. That's why Carmon only wants me to watch her. She said that you two are bad influences," Rena confirmed.

Carmon really said that? Well, she's surely not telling stories. I wouldn't even trust these two whores to watch a wildebeest.

"Well, you can always watch Raina by yourself because we ALL know that Tiffany would rather pull all of her hair out before even putting her eyes on Raina," Jana said.

I slowly turned to her and gave her an angry expression. She shrugged her shoulders as Jessica said "Oh, Tiffany. One of these good old days, you're going to wish you never had kids because your future children will be the absolute worst!"

"Was that supposed to be an insult or a drag at me? Because that was terrible. Keep trying, taco licker," I clapped back. I laughed. I could definitely get an abortion before anyone of these harlots. She had the audacity to try and insult me. She only wishes she had my ovaries.

"Plus, you can't even have children so you're best bet is to take your own suggestion from earlier. Staples has to have a big enough stapler for your big mouth. Maybe it can shut you the fuck up," I said as I rolled my eyes in anger.

"Enough, girls. Look, I'll start off watching Raina. Jessica, you'll watch her after me. Tiffany, you'll watch her next. Rena, you'll bring up the rear. If Carmon doesn't come home after Rena's day, we'll start the cycle all over again. This is how it will stay until Carmon comes home. Understand?" Jana demanded.

Everyone else gave her confused looks until I slowly placed my finger in the air.

"What now, Tiffany?" Jana answered in an annoyed tone.

"How are we going to watch Raina if we have to work?" I asked with attitude. Did she forget that it was the summer time?

"Like you actually have a job," Jessica said under her breath.

"Tiffany, Carmon put her in ballet. She's there throughout the whole day. It's kind of like school," Rena said.

"For your information, I get paid way more than you do at your sham of a job," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"How? By being a snob?" Jessica argued back.

"No, by being your lady love's fascination," I said with a smile on my face.

That whore tried to step to me, but Jana and Rena had to hold her off.

What a monster. Ugh.

****

"Bonjour, classe," our French professor greeted as he walked into the classroom with his brown and rather large briefcase. As everyone else greeted him, I rolled my eyes.

It's supposed to be summer time and I'm stuck in this class full of failures. Half of them are failing and the other half just wants to graduate earlier.

Fine. I'll be honest. I'm part of the failing crew. It's only because the last French professor was jealous of me.

Or maybe because I cussed her out in Latin and didn't know it. So what though?

Aunt Clara found out somehow and forced me to take this course during the summer. She wanted me to catch up. French wasn't even what I wanted to pursue. I just needed a foreign language credit to get me ahead.

My major was actually fashion because the world looks hideous without Moi. See? I know my French.

Or was that Spanish? All of these damn languages. It's stupid. If I could just marry a rich man that owns a whole popular empire, that would be wonderful.

If anyone else found out that I was failing my French class, I'd be disrespected. People wouldn't take me seriously and I'd be treated like my sister.

Do you see how she's being treated? She gets passed around like the macaroni and cheese at Thanksgiving every year. Everyone loves it.

Luckily, our sweet aunt is rich and gives me everything.

But speaking of my sister, she hasn't been home in a minute. It's been about a week since we last spoke to her over the phone. That means it was my turn to watch that little crumb snatcher again.

The last time I watched her, she 'accidently' got gum stuck in my hair. Who the hell gives a six-year-old gum for doing an arabesque?! Anybody can do that. I took a quick nap and found that slob of a kid looking over me and her mouth opened.

Guess what dropped out of it? It surely wasn't her teeth. I wish it was though. I wanted to punch her so bad after that. I had to go to my hair stylist to fix it. That job was out of my hands.

Fuck.

"Alright, class. Partner up with someone else. We're studying words for the next few minutes of class," the professor announced. Class was already about to be over? I missed a whole hour and 15 minutes of him lecturing? Well that was good.

This is what we do towards the end of almost every class. This went by pretty fast. As everyone chose their partners, I looked around for mine.

My eyes landed on Janet Price. She sits in the front of the classroom every time...but she still doesn't know what she's doing. I really think that she just drools over the professor.

Hell, he was pretty alluring. 

Anyhow, I had to find someone else.

While looking for someone else to partner with, a pair of about size 12 Nike tennis shoes and sweatpants stood in front of me. I slowly looked up only to find Bryce's green eyes staring at me.

I'd rather chop my right foot off. I tried to look for Janet again, but she already had a partner.

"What do you want?" I asked with frustration as I stood in front of him.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong-"

"Oh, there better not be a 'but' after what you're saying. Let me tell you that you are absolutely foul for what you did. You're despicable," I said as I put my index finger in his face.

"Well, everyone else is partnered up. Unless you want to partner up with the professor, we can work together," he said as he moved my finger from his face.

This bastard did not just touch me. The professor actually sounded great until I realized that he was all over my ass. Aunt Clara talks to him about my progress all the time over the phone. I sighed and sat back down at my desk.

"I'd rather just work by myself, Bryce," I said as I rolled my eyes. That was an even better idea.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Bryce said trying to talk to me.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my index cards. As I looked at my index cards and got into the swing of things, here came the professor with "Tiffany, I'm glad to see you're studying and all but where's your partner?"

Should I tell him I'm actually working alone or that I'm working with my abuser here? Or Mr. Green eyes with the nice posture and big feet....and beautiful lips.

"She's actually-"

"Working with Bryce! See? We even have the same colored index cards," I interrupted. The professor nodded and walked away as I checked the clock. We only had five more minutes. Thank God.

"So...you want to work with me now?" Bryce asked as I looked at him.

I took a deep sigh and said "Look. We only have five minutes left of class now. What's the point?"

Why keep bothering me? Class was about to be over. It's bad enough that I had to go pick up my nuisance of a niece, but he wants to bother me too? Unbelievable.

As I looked at my words again, I felt his hand grab mine while saying "To prove to you that I've changed since the last time we spent time together, I want to tell you I'm sorry I touched you and tried to hurt you. I was just frustrated and wanted what I wanted in that moment. I can't change my actions, but I can apologize. Can you please forgive me?"

How nice and sweet. That was very bold of him to apologize after he did me wrong, but....

"Have a great weekend, class. I will see you all on Monday," the professor said.

"Oh, look at that. Time's up and class is over. I'm sorry. We can talk another time," I said as I patted his hands and gave him a light smile. One thing I would never do is believe that sob story even though he looked sexy as hell.

I packed my index cards into my purse and walked out of the classroom. I had to hurry to my car because Loraina's ballet class ended at 3. Why did Carmon choose to have kids?

****

"Auntie Tiff, let's go to the park!" Loraina said as she sat in the backseat of my car with her pink ballet outfit on. She had on pink flats, and her hair was in a bun with a pink ribbon in it. You can definitely tell Rena dressed her today.

"Oh, I have an even better idea! Let's go home and go to bed!" I said pretending to be excited. I was tired and didn't feel like dealing with this little rascal. Then again, I can't take a nap around her anymore. I forgot that she likes to DROP GUM IN MY HAIR!

"Auntie Tiff, that's not fun. I wanna have fun!" she said as she crossed her small arms in her car seat. What a brat, but I wasn't changing my mind.

"I don't feel like having fun, Loraina. I'm tired from being in class," I said as I parked the car in a parking space close to our apartment.

"Auntie Tiff, please? I wanna do something fun!" Loraina whined.

I was over it. This is why I do not want kids. They want too much attention, they whine and cry often, and they play with things they shouldn't because they like to.

"You know what? We can have a good time at home. I'll show you how," I said coming up with a plan in my mind and unbuckling her seatbelt. Switching car seats sucked because you had to know the other person's schedule.

But everyone's schedules changed at the last minute. The only one that really stayed consistent was me. Jana is a chill version of Carmon. Last night, she was supposed to bring Loraina's carseat. Instead, she took a detour to Atlanta for her 'job'.

Like she really had to go over there. If her job involved drinking until she turned black and blue, then I'd believe her. On Instagram, it seemed like a choice because that's exactly what she was doing. She looked like she was having a ball.

Lame ass roommates, I tell you.

Anyway, we walked up to the door and unlocked it. Once we were in, we went into Carmon's room and I looked at her bookshelf. Carmon's room looked terrible. There were heels and panties sitting everywhere. Beautiful dresses were laying all over each other in the closet. There was a small little corner for Loraina and her stuff.

That's probably why she's always in other people's business. I saw a nice pretty pink book about girls in different occupations. This would take her attention off me for a while. "Here you go, Loraina. Look at it, read it, eat it, I don't care. Have fun with this," I said faking my excitement and walking out of the room.

I finally made it to my room and received a FaceTime phone call from Brian. Don't judge me, okay? Out of all of us, I still actually like him. I used to date him, but he dumped me for another girl. Probably Amber. Anyway, he's fresh and back in the market.

"Hello, Brian," I said as I laid on my bed and twirled my finger through a strand of my hair. His light brown eyes were shining and his bright white teeth glistened through his smile. His caramel skin looked so smooth. He goes to the same school as I do and we bump into each other from time to time.

"Hey, Tiff. What's up?" he said with his dark and captivating voice.

"Not much. Just bored. Hey, all the girls are gone. I'm here by myself," I told him.

"Are you serious? Not even Rena's home? I thought you said she was there," he asked with confusion on his face.

Maybe I made the mistake of telling him that Rena was going to be home. He didn't need to know that she was already gone. That was really the only way he'd come over. I always wondered why he asked about her every time we talked. I don't look anything like that fat hoe.

I shouldn't call her that. She's the only one I can really talk to. But it is true.

"If she's not there, I'm not coming over. You know that," Brian said as he took me out of my thoughts.

"Wait! She's actually here. I just forgot. She stays quiet in her bedroom all the time. I didn't remember. I'm sorry," I lied through the smile on my face. I just wanted to see him. Why didn't he care to see me?

"Alright. I'll see you guys soon then, okay?" he said with a wink. I chuckled lightly because his smile was just so sexy.

All of the damn sudden, a little 48-pound six-year-old pounced on my back and yelled in excitement "Uncle B, you're coming?! I can't wait to see you! Now we can really have fun!"

That damn child! I widened my eyes and said "Would you go away?!"

"Hey, chill out. She was just asking if I was coming over," Brian said through FaceTime. The phone lied on the bed and I completely forgot that Brian was still on the phone. I was too busy trying to get rid of the monkey.

She took my phone off the bed and ran out of my room with it. I didn't mean go away with my phone! "Get back here!" I shouted as I ran out of my room and to Carmon's room. Thinking that the door would just open, I twisted the knob and rammed into the door.

This child was a pure devil!

"Open the door now, Loraina! That's my phone!" I shouted as I beat on the door. This little heathen locked the door and decided to play around with my phone. Talking with someone I was interested in.

And you all think this spawn of satan was sweet?!

"Uncle B, Raina here. Auntie Rena ain't here. No one is here, but can you come see me? Auntie Tiff won't have fun with me," that evil little child said on the phone....to Brian!

"Loraina! Open the door now or I'm calling your mother!" I shouted as I beat and kicked the door. Fuck the damn door. Carmon can pay for a new one later. I needed my phone.

On second thought, I could kill her. That sounded like a better plan. More effective.

"She won't? Well, that's not cool. I'll be over there in a minute to play with you. How about we have a tea party?" Brian said over the phone.

NO! He was supposed to have a tea party with me! Why the hell does this little devil have to be my niece!?

"That sounds really fun! I really want my Auntie Tiff to play too. We can give her an invitation, too. She seems pressed," that crazy wildebeest said talking to Brian. I stopped banging at the door.

Wait...was he seriously coming over even though he found out Rena wasn't here? Although he was coming for Loraina, I could still get him wrapped around my pinky. This little girl has another thing coming if she thinks that Brian is staying for a tea party with HER.

"You mean depressed? Probably so. But I'll see you soon, gorgeous," Brian said over the phone.

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle B! See you soon!" that brat said.

After all of that commotion, she finally opened the door and Loraina was standing there with the phone in her hand and a smile on her face. I gave her an evil look as she put the phone in my hand.

"You know what? You should really thank me, Auntie Tiff. I got Uncle B to come play with me and you don't have to worry about me," she said as she skipped off to the living room.

Little does she know I have some tricks up my sleeve. Maybe I should tape her behind the room door while Brian and I watch a movie. Or possibly feed her to a big box of snakes.

She had another thing coming.