𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 ━━━━━ 𝗲𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗲. (DISCONTINUED)

006.

- LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA -

NOVEMBER 1989

𝕷ISTENING TO MY FAVOURITE TUNES I sit down in my bedroom, after deciding to read a random book that I haven't finished in years but getting distracted by the music playing.

I hum along to the song playing and listening to the song before the chorus hits and I begin to belt out the notes in a horrible tone since I'm not trying besides I'm not even able to hear my own voice that well due to how loud the music is that I'm wearing through my headphones.

I continue singing along as I enjoy the music that I'm listening too and Darius knocks on my door.

The music that I'm listening too makes me unable to hear his knock and he repeats them once more, after hearing no obvious response he decides to just open the door ignoring the note on my door that reads:

KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING :)

The sudden movement makes me flinch and stop singing before I rush to take off my headphones and turn off the music, watching as he just glares at me disgusted by my voice.

"Imani, have you seen any package?" Darius starts questioning me after noticing me seated on my bed after seeing me shake my head he sighs before continuing, "I bought some shit but it turns out it ain't arrived yet."

I rest my headphones on my shoulders before replying, "No, I haven't seen anything, maybe it's coming later today?" I respond shrugging my shoulders.

He groans out of annoyance stepping out of the room for a second before entering it once more, I'm about to replay my music before I hear him speak.

"Yo' ass can't sing by the way, you soundin' like a dying bird." He admits in a serious tone to which I glance at him my mouth agape.

I blink at him pretending yet slightly being offended by his words he only nods insisting that he words were truthful, "Shut the fuck up you sound worse than me, I wasn't even trying." I snap back in response picking up my headphones from my shoulders and wearing them.

Darius only makes an agitated face at me rolling his eyes at my words that to him aren't truthful, "Okay but I sound way much better than you." He spits back.

Sighing I get up from my bed, dogging the random items on my floor that I haven't bothered to clean up and approaching my brother.

I attempt to push him out of my room to which he resists and his face lightens up, "Get the fuck out!" I struggle smiling.

He only resists holding my wrists so that I'm unable to push him outside to which I try to break free of his hold before his hand reaches to lightly punch me on my stomach making me back up.

He watches as I over exaggerate from his attack and wince pretending that he really truly hurt me, "See that's what I thought." He jokes watching as I act as if I'm in pain.

He walks out of my room, closing the door behind me with a loud thud that catches me off-guard and the poster that's tapped onto the back of my door falls.

I rush to lean over and pick up the poster of MC Lyte, sticking it back onto the door with the same almost useless tape that been there for a long time, securing it back down.

"Fucking bitch." I curse under my breath as I walk over and jump onto my bed, it bouncing beneath me a little from the impact of my weight against it.