Chapter 25
Ihaven’t gotten a piece of fucking sleep since my sister walked out the door.
It pissed me off that she even thought choosing between her and Harvey was an option.
It wasn’t about fucking choosing. It was about disrespecting someone I’m with.
It was about throwing jabs at someone who meant nothing but good because you're mad at me.
If she wanted to be upset at me for not liking the nigga she chose to say I do to, fine, but Harvey fuck no.
Lakia is grown and fully capable of making decisions about who she wants to be with, but to run off and marry a nigga you know nothing about is insane.
To switch schools out of the blue made me curious.
I knew my sister; I’ve been taking care of her for years.
Hell, she was more like my child than a sibling, and to see her moving the way she had seemed odd.
To me, she was hiding something. Lakia would do it all the time when we were younger.
Her ass would go out and do some wild shit, then come back and act like we were the problem.
She and I got into it all the time, but this was the first time shit had gotten out of hand.
I’ve been calling her all night to make sure she had gotten somewhere safe, but she never answered. I knew that if she wouldn’t tell me where she was going, she would tell my mother, so I decided to call her. The phone rang a few times before she answered. “Myles, I’m surprised you’re calling.”
“Yeah, well, I’m surprised you answered. I didn’t call for all that. Are my brothers good? Staying out of trouble?”
She sucked her teeth. “Mmhmm, they ass still running around here like they pay the fucking bills, but they’re good. Darius decided to join the school's football team. Then he brought some little fast tail ass girl to my house—”
I shook my head because I knew she was about to go on and on.
Since leaving LA, my mother and I had rarely spoken, so I knew this was her way of saying she missed me without actually saying it.
She wanted to keep me on the phone to talk about everything under the fucking sun.
“Ma, the boy in high school. He’s probably already,” I paused.
“You know what, have him call me. Anyways, I called to see if you talked to Kia.”
I could tell she was smoking because she blew out a harsh breath followed by a smoker’s cough. “No, last time I talked to her, she was coming to see you. That girl you're with invited her.”
“That girl has a name, it’s Harvey.”
“Yeah, well, Harvey. How is she treating you? Myles, if you ask me, Asia—”
I knew it was coming. My mother and Asia had a little bond, and although Asia was dead, she found a way to try to bring her up every chance she got.
Asia meant nothing to me, dead or alive.
The fact that my mother hadn’t spoken to my sister since before her coming here surprised me because the two had a way better relationship and me and her.
I wanted to tell her that her daughter ran off and got married, but I didn’t.
That’s when I thought about Monfua, and that is probably where she was.
I tried ending the call with my mother until she said something that caught my attention.
“I want to visit you for your birthday. I think it would be good to get away from LA for a weekend.”
Every birthday I had, she found a way to fuck it up, so having her here wasn’t a fucking option. “Nah, I’m straight,” I told her.
“I’m still your momma. You can’t hate me forever.”
“I don’t hate you, but I’m still mad about what you did. Look, I’ve got to go. I will talk to Darius, though. Bye, Ma,” I said and hung up.
Forgiving her was easy; forgetting that she lied about my pops wasn’t.
When I got up from the couch, I snatched my keys and headed toward the door.
Harvey had just come downstairs. I knew she wanted to ask me where I was going, but she knew.
She knew I was going to look for my sister.
I hated that she was caught in the middle and that I was forced to pick a fucking side.
However, the one thing about me that will never change, whether she likes it or not, is that I will always be there for my family.
I stepped over to her, kissing her on her lips.
“I will be back in a few. I love you,” I whispered.
Harvey didn’t say anything back. Instead, she simply nodded. I headed out the door, hopped on my bike, and took off. I needed to make sure Lakia was straight. If that meant I had to kick in Monfua’s fucking door and cause havoc, I would.