Streetz 2: The Tried

20. Reasoning

Trying to get Ariana to calm down was like trying to separate a Lion from her cubs. I was finally able to pull Ariana off of my sister and drag her ass to the bathroom. 

"The fuck is you doin'?!" I yelled. 

"She started it!" She stood in my face, heaving and cursing like a damn rabid dog. 

"So, you hit her? You fuckin pregnant did you forget that shit!"

"The fuck did you want me to do?"

"You get me! Let me handle that shit!" I snapped, trying to calm both her and myself down. It was only so much a person can take, and when you've had enough you've just had enough. But Ariana was pregnant and if Sheema would've hit her, there's no telling what would've happened after that. 

I knew some shit was bound to go down by Ari's body language. She was minding her business, pouring herself a drink. Nasheema should've known better, I guess she thought she could say whatever to Ariana like last time.

I paced around the bathroom, trying to find the words to say. We had just gotten here and shit was already popping off and it was my lady and my sister. This shit put me in an awkward ass situation. Ariana finally sat down on the toilet seat. She had her arms crossed and stared off into space. I finally noticed the blood dripping from her foot.

"Shit, you alright?"

She looked down at her foot and nodded, "Yeah," 

Bending down, I grabbed a few paper towels and slipped her slides off. 

"It's probably from the glass." She spoke nonchalantly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." It was probably just her adrenaline pumping, so I cleaned the cut with some peroxide and wrapped her foot to the best of my ability with some gauge from the medicine cabinet. Seeing her bleeding pissed me off more than anything and I honestly had had it with Sheema's ass.

Standing up, I walked out of the bathroom, going towards the voices I heard trying to calm Sheema down. As soon as everyone saw me, they stepped aside. 

"I'm tired of the lil ass games you playin' Sheema. You supposed to be my damn sister and you keep botherin' my fuckin' lady. She fuckin' pregnant and last time I checked she ain't did shit to you but make yo brother happy." I snapped. "So, if you don't want me happy just say that. I'll stay out yo way, but this shit here gotta stop and I mean that. Until you apologize, don't say shit to me."

I turned my back to grab my girl and my shit and bounce. 

"Apologize? She hit me first, you idiot!" And with the way her jaw was swelling up, I'd say she deserved that shit. But she was still my sister and I ain't want that shit to happen in the first place. Ariana was going to apologize too, 'cause if I'm welcoming a child, there won't be any beef between my girl and my family. We all had to get along and there were no excuses about that shit. Because I didn't have a problem with cutting anybody off. 

"Ermias," My mama called out. I headed back into the bathroom and grabbed Ari's hand, getting ready to lead her toward the front door.

"Don't worry, we're leavin'."

"Don't leave," Mama sighed, "Please. Y'all got to get it together." 

Ari let go of my hand and turned around. She couldn't put much pressure on her foot so she stayed in her spot.

"I really apologize for my actions. I don't mean to put my hands on anyone, but as long as I continue to feel disrespected I will. Your daughter doesn't like me because of his ex and if she only knew what her so-called bestie has put her brother through, she'd cut me some slack."