Chapter 3 #3
“Aye, Onyx, is there somewhere more privately we can go?” Logan questioned, already piecing the puzzle together and knowing none of the involved parties would want their business on display for everyone to see.
Not bothering to offer a verbal response, Onyx walked off, going in the direction of an empty room just off the lobby.
Troi, noticing her fiancé seemed to be upset, jogged behind them to see what was going on.
“How big is this damn place?” Yanna questioned aloud as she made yet another wrong turn, this time ending up near an industrial kitchen.
She had to have been a little tipsier than she thought she was because the bathroom couldn’t be that difficult to find.
Turning the corner to go back in the direction she’d just come from, she bumped right into someone, causing them to drop something onto the floor.
“What the…oh, damn, my bad, Kalil--- wait, is that my phone?”
“Oh, s-shit, is it? I I um found that shit in the driveway before we left the villa. I figured it was yours, Aunt Layla’s or Troi’s, got in the van and forgot to ask about it.”
“Really, Kalil? I know you’ve been hearing me searching for my phone the past few days.” She squatted down to pick up her phone and hit the power button, surprised that it came on. “Oop, and I have battery. Thank you.”
“Ight,” Kalil stammered before quickly turning in the opposite direction.
“Wait! Is the bathroom in the direction you just came from?” She questioned, but Kalil didn’t answer her verbally, simply nodded his head and jogged off. “He’s weird as hell.”
Happy that she was finally reunited with her phone, Yanna made her way to the bathroom.
Once inside, she used the bathroom, then took a moment to regain her bearings at the sink, trying to steady the spinning of the room.
She’d long ago lost count of the number of drinks she’d consumed but knew it had to be somewhere in the double digits.
A small giggle for absolutely no reason escaped her lips as she leaned on the counter.
Just before she could wash her hands, her phone buzzed against the marble.
It had been blowing up with notifications since she turned it on.
Sure that she had a mass of texts and social media notifications, she picked the phone up.
A few texts from her mother, the club she worked at, and some from the few friends she had.
She decided to answer them later, not feeling up to starting conversations.
Next, she headed to Instagram and started scrolling through her mentions.
Her face crinkled and her mouth curled at the sight of her name being mentioned in a post several times.
She was confused why people found it necessary to tag her, but even more confusing was who the post belonged to.
The screen name YasLopez stuck out to Yanna because she knew it belonged to Yasmine, a girl from LA who had a thing for Kas.
Yasmine was a friend of Onyx’s ex, Brea, and had been trying for quite some time to get next to Kas.
According to Kas, he always rebuffed the girl’s advances, but Yanna never believed it.
In Yanna’s eyes, Kas was a hoe, and Yasmine was a somewhat pretty girl.
She just couldn’t see the girl being persistent, and Kas denying all of her efforts.
Such was confirmed when Yanna opened the post and laid eyes on Kas.
The location at the top of the page was Los Angeles, letting Yanna know the video was recorded a few weeks prior when Kas had gone out to LA.
Eyes squinted and heart racing, Yanna let the video play.
It was clear to anyone watching what was going on in the video.
Kas was exiting a bathroom, zipping his jeans while Yasmine followed behind him, wiping her mouth with a smile.
As if the visuals weren’t enough to conclude that the girl had just topped Kas off, her caption, speaking about her fellatio skills, were a dead giveaway.
Not even bothering to respond to the people tagging her, Yanna swiped out of the app and shoved her phone into her clutch.
She hurriedly washed her hands and rushed out of the bathroom.
It didn’t take her nearly as long to make her way back to the group, or at least some of the group, as she noticed people were missing, including the main person she was looking for.
“Where is he?” She asked Londyn, who pointed to a closed door. Yanna was so heated that she missed the looks of concern and confusion on everyone’s faces. “Kasra, what the fuck is this!” She yelled as she stepped into the room, anger on ten.
Her hands shook, her breathing was ragged, and she was prepared to cause a scene.
She had the video cued up and ready, anxious to see what kind of lie Kas would tell to get himself out of the current situation.
However, as seven pairs of eyes full of either anger, confusion, or remorse glanced at her then settled back on each other, she surmised that maybe it wasn’t the best time.
“Mumma, you not talking. What the fuck is he doing here!” Onyx asked, speaking to Layla in a tone neither of them had heard before.
“Nyx, just calm down for a second and remember who you’re talking to.”
“Remember who I’m talking to? I’m finding it hard to decipher who I’m talking to. I mean, I’m looking at my mumma, but ain’t no way the lady I know walked in here with this man.”
“This man is your father, Onyx.”
“Since when!” Onyx yelled so loudly that a vein popped from his neck and spittle flew from his mouth.
“Daddy, what is this? These are… your sons?”
“Oh shit,” Yanna uttered at the words Maya spoke. She’s Kas and Onyx’s sister?
“Yes,” their father answered quietly.
“Wow. So, all those times I asked you if…you told me…” Maya covered her mouth with her hand, so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a full sentence. Her husband, Logan, soothingly rubbed her back as tears cascaded down her face.
“I-I thought that it would be better to do this in a public setting, but apparently, I was wrong. Can we maybe just try this again tomorrow once everyone has a chance to get over their initial shock?”
“Do what the hell y’all want. I don’t need to meet with nobody because I don’t have shit to say,” Onyx replied as he grabbed onto Troi’s hand and moved toward the door.
“Onyx, wait a minute.” Layla grabbed Onyx’s arm, causing him to turn abruptly.
“Nah, I’m good.” He stared his mother up and down, shaking his head at her in disgust. “Can’t believe you, mumma. Don’t call me, and when we get home, don’t come by my house. I don’t have shit to say to you.”
Layla gasped at her son’s words, gutted by the look of hatred she’d seen in his eyes.
Neither of her sons, especially Onyx, had ever looked at her with anything less than respect and adulation.
Tears sprung to her eyes as Onyx practically dragged Troi to the door, pushing it open with force as they disappeared through it.
“I’mma follow him.”
“Kas, wait.”
“Not now, mumma. I gotta make sure my brother good.” Kas gave his father and sister one last look before running out the door so that he could follow Onyx.
The room was quiet as Maya glared disapprovingly at her father.
Layla was silent as well, looking as if she was contemplating going after her sons or not.
Yanna stood there for a second, feeling out of place as the lingering silence in the room grew uncomfortably loud.
It took a few seconds before it dawned on her that this situation had absolutely nothing to do with her. She would talk to Layla later.
“Yea, so, I’m just gonna… give y’all some space,” she uttered quickly before turning and running out of the room.
“Hey, are they going to be okay?” Londyn questioned about Onyx and Kas but also wanted to check on her sister-in-law.
“No, um, I don’t think so.”
“Okay, well you have my number. Text me later and let me know everyone is okay.”
Yanna nodded her head but doubted she would. “Will do.” She fibbed before exiting the venue. Just as she reached outside, she felt her phone vibrating with a text. As she expected, it was Kas.
Kasra: I need you.
Usually, Yanna would’ve ran to be by Kas’ side because she knew he genuinely needed her.
They’d had countless conversations about his hurt behind his father’s absence.
She knew finally seeing his father and discovering he had a sister in the same night was a lot for him to take in.
Still, she just couldn’t do it. Sure, Kas was hurting, but her feelings were hurt too, and she wasn’t willing to put them aside to cater to Kas.
Shoving her phone back in her purse, she flagged down a cab that was parked in front of the venue.
“Where to?” The driver questioned in a thick Bajan accent.
“Just take me somewhere that has a bar.”