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“You sound like a spoiled brat right now.” I chuckled and walked toward my bed.

“Yeah, so. I don’t know why you and my brothers insist on telling me how spoiled I am when y’all are the reason I’m like this. At this point, you might as well get over it and accept things as they are because I’m never gonna change.”

“At least you’re not ashamed to admit it. Although I feel like most of the blame should be put on Messiah. Every time you breathe in his direction, he’s sending you something.” I pointed out. Living with Messiah, I saw firsthand how much he took care of his family, especially his momma and sisters. Honesty never had to ask for much because he was right there, ready to give her whatever she needed.

Honesty headed to my bathroom as I sat on the edge of the bed. I hadn’t paid much attention to my phone while we were watching TV, so I decided to check my messages to make sure I hadn’t missed anything important. Brandi loved to send me important reminders in the middle of the night even though she knew I couldn’t stand it.

My DMs were flooded with women trying to shoot their shot. For the most part, I left them on read because I wasn’t interested. I got inboxes from men too, but mostly people begging for a chance to work with me. I loved the idea of putting new or unknown artists on, but this industry could be so weird, and you really didn't know who to trust.

I cleared most of my notifications until I made it to the last couple of messages. I smiled when I saw the first one because my sister was crazy and I knew she would never change.

Big Sis: Honesty told me about your little run in with that webbed-feet, dirty neck, loose-titty, sour belly-button, saggy booty bitch today. I’m telling you now, as soon as I see her, I’m putting hands and feet on that hoe. I know I promised Messiah I would keep my hands to myself, but with her, all bets are off.

Big Sis: I promise I’m gonna beat her up and down the street and back up again. She’s gonna need to take her ass to Colombia and let somebody create her a whole new set of teeth. I love you, baby boy. I’m the only mothafuckin family you need. Fuck that trick!

Yaya might have been smaller than me in size, but she wasn’t one to play with. She had been beating bitch's heads in since we were young. To be honest, she was where I learned it from. Yaya was always getting into it with the kids outside, tearing those people's kids up. My momma used to get into it with all of the neighbors for how badly she used to beat them down. Then things got even worse when I got old enough to jump in. We would tag team them sometimes and have folks outside recording us.

Meesha used to fuss at us at first, but after she realized how popular it made us, she stopped caring. We were both filled with anger, so the moment someone pushed our buttons, we unleashed it on them.

I messaged Yaya to tell her I loved her, then moved on to the next message. To no surprise, it was Messiah’s worrisome ass. He had a game tonight, and his team crushed their opponents. Instead of him being somewhere celebrating, he was doing what came naturally to him.

Siah: You good?

Me: I’m straight

Siah: It’s cool if you ain’t. Your sister is pissed off right now, and I already know I’m gonna have to stop her ass from pulling out her Razorblade. She promised she was done with the fighting shit after Cherish, but she don’t play about y’all.

I chuckled, already knowing how my sister got down. She was the person I ran to whenever little girls would bother me, and she would get them together. People often underestimated Yaya because she was cute and petite, but baby girl was nothing to play with. Her hands were lethal.

Me: Tell her to calm her ass down. I promise, I’m all good. I just hadn’t expected to see her, and it caught me off guard. It’s all good.

Siah: I know you don’t like to speak on your past, but just know if you ever need to get some shit off your chest, I’m here.

Messiah wasn’t the type to push, but I appreciated the fact that he was always in my corner when I needed him, and he respected my boundaries.

Me: I appreciate it.

I sat on my bed scrolling on my phone until Honesty got out of the shower. The moment she opened the bathroom door, I stopped what I was doing and gave her my full attention. It probably wasn’t the best idea, because the moment I laid eyes on her towel-covered body, all types of thoughts were running through my head.

Damn, she was beautiful.

She had her hair in a bun, and her face was makeup-free. I preferred her fresh face because it showcased her freckles. Plus, she was so beautiful to me; I didn’t see why she needed it anyway.

“I could have stayed in there for at least thirty more minutes, but I would have come out looking like a prune. I need one of those shower heads when I get my own place.”

I watched as she sat her clothes on my bed and let her towel drop to the floor like it was no big deal. I needed another blunt, so I got up and grabbed one of my pre-rolled joints and a lighter. Everything about our arrangement stressed me out because I couldn’t decipher what was real and what wasn’t.

Being around Honesty came naturally to me, but sometimes it felt a little too natural. Setting boundaries was hard because she was my person. I didn’t have to wear a mask and pretend to love her, but she had owned my heart for a very long time.

I walked to my side of the bed and pulled back the covers. For some reason, I assumed she would get dressed and head to the guest room, but that wasn’t what happened. Honesty put on her pajamas, which consisted of a crop top and cotton booty shorts, and then pulled back the covers on the other side of my bed. I watched as she climbed into the bed and got comfortable.

“What are you doing?”

Honesty gave me a confused look.

“What do you mean?” She asked, as she leaned towards the nightstand to plug in her phone.

“You spend the night here all the time, and you always sleep in the guest room. Am I missing something?”