“Kairi!”
My sister jumped and turned to look at me. She was so wrapped up in her own mind that she didn’t hear me calling her, and that was why I shouted just now. I narrowed my eyes at her. She looked scared out of her mind, like we weren’t in our own fucking house.
“Why the hell you so scared?” I asked approaching her.
“Because you scared me! Yelling my name like that.”
“But I called you about six times before I yelled,” I let her know. She frowned.
“Did you?”
“What’s got your mind so occupied that you didn’t hear me calling your name?” I walked up on her and folded my arms across my chest as I peered down at her.
“Nothing—just work stuff,” she lied.
Something was definitely going on with her.
“So, since when do you just go stay at Sparkle’s crib and shit without telling me?” I was still pissed off that she did that and had a nigga calling her.
“You ain’t gotta ask me permission, but with those niggas still out there, I need to know that y’all safe. You could have told me!”
With me still not finding out what niggas came here, I wasn’t taking any chances and definitely not with my baby sister.
“You know I’m always with her, Shakur, but I forgot that night. It won’t happen again,” she promised.
I nodded because it was what I wanted to hear, but then I noticed something about her that I didn’t fucking like!
“Why the fuck you got all that makeup on for?”
Kairi was someone who barely wore makeup like that, but right now, her face was plastered in that shit, and it was pissing me off.
She tried to walk past me, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me.
I frowned.
“You even got that eye shit on too. What you trying to hide?” I lifted a hand to swipe under her eye, and she pulled away from me. My sister never wore that shit.
Wait, was that a bruise on her face?
I reached out to grab her again, and this time she flinched, making me frown.
“Leave me alone, Shakur. I’m grown. I can wear makeup if I want!” she sassed and rolled her eyes.
“Make me find out you’re out there trying to get some nigga’s attention!” I fumed. There was no other reason for her little ass to be wearing that much damn makeup unless she was trying to catch a mothafucker’s eyes.
Kairi huffed.
“Chill out, Shakur, ain’t nobody trying to get a dude’s attention,” she said that a little too sadly for my liking.
My right brow hiked as I stared at her.
“Listen, I know what happened the other night with Havoc, but I’m telling you that’s not the nigga for you,” I said. She looked at me and shook her head. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive and shit after his brother died, but she needed to know that he wasn’t the one.
Kairi had broken down what happened that night. I had blood and shit in my car, so there was no other way to explain that. I felt for him, but I still didn’t like the nigga. It was still fucking with me that he took the punch to his face like I only flicked him!
“You do know he’s set to marry Ocean’s ran-through ass, right?” I asked. She looked at me and sighed.
“I know that, Shak, but at the same time, was I supposed to just leave him alone with Hell like that?”
