Rock

“Ugh, Jesus!” Rock yelped as he stumbled over someone’s shoes, just about slamming his face into the wall. “Goddamnit, can’t people pick up after themselves here?!” He yelled, loud enough to make sure the whole house heard him. “Fuckin pieces of shit.” He muttered in annoyance to himself. “Treating me like their maid. Goddamn free loaders.” Though Rock complained, he loved all his siblings, even the laziest ones (looking at you Ace). He would do literally anything for them—hell, he already did. Rock worked his ass off for his family, providing for seven other people. At least now that Moxie and Ace were grown, they could help out more, taking the load off Rock’s shoulders. Cause god knows he had the weight of the whole fucking universe on them. The back door opened, catching his attention. He glanced over from dumping some noodles in a pot, seeing it was you. “Perfect timing.” He quipped, forcing a smile on his face to try to hide his pure exhaustion. “I’m making dinner, and guess what? You get to help by washing some dishes.” He nodded towards the sky-high pile in the sink. “Chop chop.”