Saint & Psalm
Saint lays back against the warmed seat on the balcony of their Villa, lighter in his right hand and blunt in the left ready to light it up and relax while Kataya was off at the spa. For the last few days of their trip, Saint had been keeping his distance from Psalm in order to keep the peace and make sure Kataya stayed as happy as possible. It didn't mean Saint had changed his mind about the conversation he previously had with Kataya. He wanted her to himself, he just wasn't sure how to get his brother out of the picture without causing conflict between the three of them.
Regret sat heavy in his heart from the moment he began to fall in love with Kataya. He knew the first time he laid eyes on her he could feel that she was different, but chalked it up to him being lustful and not that what he felt was truthful. Now here he was falling madly in love and not being able to have her to himself since he had agreed to once again share his woman with his brother.
"Fuck..." Saint mumbles as he takes a long pull from he blunt. With each passing day the calm, cool and collected Saint was deteriorating. Things needed to change soon before he showed the side of him that was worse than Psalm.
"You tryna talk now?"
Saint looks up and sees the man who shared the same facial features staring back at him. Saint chuckles bitterly, ignoring Psalm's question and resuming his smoking session. Psalm lets out a long sigh and sits down in the empty seat. Blankly he stares at his brother waiting for him to speak up about what was really on his mind.
"I wish you would stop acting like a bitch." Psalm says.
Again, he's met with a non verbal response from Saint who lays back even further into his chair and shakes his head. He takes another pull from his blunt trying to calm himself down before he threw Psalm over the balcony. The urge to beat his brothers ass was growing stronger the more Psalm tried to antagonize him with his words.
"I'm talking to myself? Yo attitude worse than Kat's I swear."
"Fuck you want me to say nigga?" Saint says as calmly as his current state would allow him to.
"I want you to come out and say whatever is on yo mind. I got here on some positive shit only for you have a stick up yo ass the entire time."
"Positive? Right..." Saint laughs. "Why don't you tell Kataya what the fuck you were really doing the night before you got here. Cause according to yo location you was at the crib all night."
Psalm shakes his head before sitting up straight, He could tell Saint was ready to go toe for toe and he had been waiting for the day his brother would finally speak up. One thing about Psalm, he wasn't going to start it but he was going to be the one to finish it.
"So you keeping tabs on me like I'm Kataya now?"
"Fuck no. I just thought it was weird that you couldn't fly out with us, then you get here and you acting hella weird. So, I checked." Saint shrugs. "My next question to you is, why did you lie about it?"
"I only lied because I aint wanna hear Kataya bitching about me not being on the flight. I was just tryna get her gifts ready and in order, you know I do shit last minute."
Saint stares at Psalm with narrow eyes before letting out a loud laugh.
"Sometimes, I think you forget I'm yo twin. That's a bullshit ass lie you can pull on Kat, but not me nigga. Whenever you ready to stop bullshitting and be honest with me and my shorty we can talk. Until then I don't have shit to say to yo ass."
"Yo shorty? Right..." Psalm replies, actively ignoring the rest of what Saint had mentioned. Hearing him claim Kataya as just his made his blood boil. Although he had done it many times before, the weight of his secret he was carrying made him even more insecure and territorial of Kataya. Psalm couldn't bare to have her slip away from him now when he was finally getting everything he wanted and more. "You ain't the only nigga in this relationship. She's mine too."
