"You know, I still have that MP3 player you got for me on my ninth birthday." I furrow my eyebrows.
He lifts a finger. He gets up from his seat and leaves the kitchen. A minute later, he returns with a red MP3 player. He places it down between us. "This one."
I pick it up. "Sadly. I don't remember it." I place it back down. "Weird how you remember so much and I remember so little."
Keith shakes head whilst taking a sip of his whiskey. "Not weird at all. You were still very young."
I chuckle. "And you weren't?" Keith chuckles along with me. "I personally think ten is an appropriately old enough age to start remembering things vividly."
I take a sip from my glass. "I'm glad you mentioned it being your opinion. Because I think the mind, old or young remembers the best parts, and the painful parts."
Keith looks at me. "Did you have to read a quote for that?" I chuckle again. "No, I didn't."
Keith stirs his glass and sighs. "Must be weird to sit next to your half brother who thinks of you as more than his sister." My gaze uncomfortably shifts away from him. "The world is full of surprises, isn't it?"
Keith shortly smiles. "At times, I wish I didn't feel this way about you. Then maybe I would have a normal relationship with, my family. Everyone of them."
I place a hand across his back. "Hey. Regardless of your feelings, you have me. I could've booked a flight and left. But I'm still here." Keith looks into my eyes. He quickly looks away.
"Yeah. But loving you has cost me most of my family. All my brothers basically hate me. Linah is the only one of my siblings who still keeps contact with me. I've stopped talking to my mother because she always tries to make me feel guilty for loving you. I've got myself now. I didn't ask for this, you know? It just happened."
Keith lowers his head. I brush my fingers against his neck. He shuts his eyes, tears dropping onto his legs. I get up from my chair with the intention of comforting him. He cries into my shoulder.
His arms wrap around my waist tightly as he sobs. I remain quiet and hold him.
He looks up to me. I look down at him. He moves back into his previous position. "I'm sorry." He sniffs and wipes his tears. "Don't be." I sit back down. "You know what? When I see you, I see the same eleven-year old boy who was the bodyguard to my Whitney Houston. The same boy I apparently bought an MP3 player for." I chuckle. Keith chuckles along.
"Keith?" I call. "Mhm." I start to regret wanting to ask the question but it's too late for that now. "Who's Evelyn?"
Keith looks at me. He crosses his arms and rubs his hand against one. "She's uh, my girlfriend." My eyes widen with shock. I nod to cover up my shock. "I didn't think you date." Keith shrugs.
"When we got here and to the car at the airport, you seemed a little jumpy about her." I say.
"She knows about you. She knows about all the paintings. I didn't tell her you were coming. Also, she doesn't know the whole story, that you're my sister. She thinks you're a daytime fantasy."
I laugh. "She doesn't think I'm real?" He nods. "Yeah. I just think she can't bear the fact that I'm in love with someone else."
I chuckle." I wouldn't be able to either. Being told I'm loved by the same man who claims he's in love with someone else would definitely make me question his love and loyalty."
"I question hers." Keith says. I take a sip of my drink. "Why's that?" Keith scoffs. "She's not your ordinary beautiful. I'll give her that. And I have a gut feeling she's having an affair. But not with a man." Keith sips his drink.
I look at him. "You think she's cheating on you with a woman?" Keith nods. "Why don't you confront her about it?" Keith smirks. "Do you really think I'll get an honest response out of that?" I lift my eyebrows. "Guess you're right."
"I do love and care about her though. A lot. Just not the way she wishes I did." "Then why not just let her go?"
Keith finishes off his drink. "A man like me can't tolerate loneliness. And, I don't know how to put this in a nicer way so I'll say it how it is. Evelyn is my trophy."
"Trophy?" Keith nods. "She's the one thing I've never had to share with another man." I lean on the counter. "How sure are you about that?" Keith smirks. "Oh, I'm sure." I finish the rest of my drink. "Stalker."
Keith chuckles. "Call it whatever you want to call it." Keith's phone rings. He pulls out from his pocket. He stares at the screen. "Excuse me."
Andre's P.O.V.
"Andre." Keith greets. "So, I hear you've got paintings and pictures of my girlfriend in your house." I say. "Does that bother you?" Keith asks. "I don't know Keith. You tell me. Would it bother you to find paintings and pictures of Evelyn in another man's house?"
"I don't know. I mean, she is a fine piece of art." I sniff. "Remember what I said to you before you left South Africa?" "Something bout killing me? Yeah, I think I do. But if I were you, I wouldn't make empty threats. Remember, I love Sydney more than you ever could."
Keith ends the call. I throw the phone across the room. "Fuuu-"
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Sydney Mdlalose's Fate-Twisted Fairytale(Edited)
RomanceMy mother worked for the household which made it easier for me to get a job there too. What I hadn't prepared for were the secrets hidden behind every closed door. Little did I know that there would be more to my story than just being the housekeepe...