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flashback chapter: 1/10

2008

Humming to himself, Saint applied the eyeliner to his top lid.

His mama didn't have the best makeup but the chunky blue eyeshadow would just have to do.

The bathroom door suddenly started to jiggle fear setting deep inside his heart, he'd made such a mess how was he gonna clean it up in time.

"Saint, mama said get yo ass out the bathroom!" Sabria yelled, giggling like something was funny after.

"She ain't tell you to say it like that!" He barked back, trying his hardest to fix the makeup box how it was before.

His anxiety grew as the seconds ticked by, he knew eventually his mother would notice and he'd be forced to come out.

"I'm going to count to one and you better be outta there!" The little girl threatened, his anxiety rising as he cleared the counter, his face still thick with makeup.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

Saint took a towel drenching it in water, scrubbing his face as hard as he could. The towel could've been mistaken for an art piece with all of the smudges of color.

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two-"

Saint snatched the door open eyes set ablaze as he glared down at his younger sister, despite how adorable her face was, she was a demon and it was taking all of him not to shake the mess out of her.

"You play too damn much!" He told her through clenched teeth, Sabria's mouth going agape.

"I'ma tell mama you cussed!"

"No, you ain't!" Saint reached out to grab her, Sabria dodging his grip and taking off in the opposite direction down the hallway.

He chased after his little sister who of course ran straight to their mother burying her head in the woman's side. Celena held a basket of laundry in her hand and an agitated look on her face.

"What I done told y'all  about runnin' around my house!?"

"Saint cussed at me!" She snitched immediately, his mother already giving him a disapproving look.

"And did not."He rolled his eyes with a scoff, "Damn ain't even a cuss word."

"Watch your mouth, boy."

"What's wrong with yo face?" Sabria asked with a squint, Saint bucking at her in response.

"You need to ask yoself that when you look in the mirror."