Twenty three year old Ryan owned the kitchen.His mates did some street roaming,were homeless touts and well known thieves , not excluding his brother who slept at home whenever he wanted.Ryan prefers staying at home, sipping apple juice while enjoying YouTube videos on his personal computer.He loved a peaceful and serene life.To be more descriptive,he was a perfectionist; someone who wanted to wake up each day and set schedules for himself without stress.First of all, cooking must be at the top of the list.He would lay his pc on the kitchen counter watching tutorials while cooking either pasta,or smores and pancakes,his favourite.He enjoyed laughing alone, soliloquized, listened to music,walked around the home with bare chest exposed with baggy pants just below his waist.He expressed the freedom; the kind of freedom he craved when the house was empty .Just him in it.No mom, no dad, no troublesome brother.
Sometimes Ryan wondered what his brother did out there .The old fool still asked his parents for money.He wasted all his life savings playing casino, smuggling hard drugs, did binge drinking and spent the remnants on roadside prostitutes.But mom and dad won't see any of these.
Ryan was a nice and creative poet too.He was a deep thinker who expressed his emotions through writing.He was a perfect nerd; not the boring ones during his highschool days girls hated.Girls still flocked around him during break, reading or exam periods ,in the computer lab but most especially in the library.His naturalness captivated them.Just a brilliant, intelligent and calm person who was the overall most handsome boy in class.He was tall with a deep brown skin.His hair was nearly shaped.His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his uniform shirt and his chest was firm and well defined.His muscular and toned arms was enough to draw the attention of any girl he met.
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On a Friday afternoon when his brother was out as usual, Ryan made for himself some fruit salad,poured milk on the surface of the diced watermelon,carrot, cucumbers , pineapples and groundnut.He ate in his locked room enjoying every bit of the meal when a heavy knock came on the door.
"Get this damn door opened now!"yelled Maverick.He was back from wherever he went to.
Ryan hurriedly opened the door to answer but was interrupted by a heavy blow on his face.
"Where are my fruits I kept in the fridge?? My milk! My nuts?I fucking saw the watermelon peels in the sink .You fucking ate them you idiot!" Maverick yelled.
"Don't push me to have a fight with you"Ryan said admist pains.His voice was calm but intense.
" Yehhh..am ready for the fight..fight me!Am ready for it right now!"Maverick pushed him.
"You told me you never liked fruits salad!"Ryan explained.
"Bloody liar, I never said so"Maverick lied immediately.It was his own act of seduction in order to buy favour from his parents.
"You never bought those fruits with your money .Mom bought them for anyone who's interested to eat them you damn idiot!"Ryan fired back.
"Jeeezzz..Ryan are you aware you're talking to the first born of this family?"Mom came downstairs with her husband behind.
"Am twenty three and he's twenty two.I don't just get everything going on here!"Ryan said.
"We took you in from the streets.You have no right of your own in this house" mom stepped closer to him giving a fierce look.She grabbed him by the neck throwing him to the bare floor,his head slamming the flower pot.Maverick rolled his eyes keeping a puppy dog eyes to appear innocent.
"I understand Mave.Take this.Buy yourself whatever you want and keep the change ok"
Mr Steven brought out few dollar notes tucking them into Maverick's palms.
" Can you guys allow me to explain what happened?" Ryan tearfully yelled.Right in his eyes, everyone disembarked to their rooms.Like ,he was snubbed right in front of his eyes.😔