REVELATIONS - Miles x Reader

I - PROLOGUE

WHERE DID I GO
Jorja Smith

"my heart belongs here.."

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Moist, gloopy air seeped through the brim of her scalp as she stood in-front of the house she once slept in.. partied in, cried in..
Emotion voided through her eyes as the weight of sorrow pounded her chest. Fingers wrapped around the handles of her suitcase as she watched the landlord stick a sign into the muggy dirt that now said "¡Para Renta!" with an emoji of a phone and a number.

These residency doesn't give a fuck about who dyin. It's get yo damn money and leave.
A small chuckle even escaped her lips at that sight, it seemed ignorant but folks gotta do what they gotta do.
Must be living the life huh, they don't even gotta pay her off her lease.. not a single cent going back to my mama.

       Tíos and Tías even approached her about her mama's will, like suddenly they've been around her whole life.

"Ayy mija, how's it going? My name on that will?"
Was the question asked, not a sorry for your loss or nothing. The only time she's ever even seen mama's siblings was at her funeral. They shed a tear.. but then smoked weed over her grave and drank like tomorrow wouldn't be granted.

       A hand was softly placed onto her head, caressing her scalp. Her body eased, letting out a sad sigh. Comfort spread through her system as her mind instantly knew who it was, her older brother;  Adan.

"It's alright. We ain't homeless, we going to Brooklyn."
He spoke. It sounded sad, broken. He was talking like his normal self, but casting your emotions away for the weak down here. It'd be a sin to seem like you didn't care after something terrible happened to you. Well, atleast that's what mama said.

"We have to live with papa..? I don't want to go to America.. aren't you old enough to own a house that we can live in together?"
Sorrow carried her voice, quiet and shaky. It wasn't supposed to sound like that. Nothing is supposed to sound like that, like it was just a big stupid fever dream.

"No, I don't got that typa money. Mama said we gotta move with dad n' use the money she left for us on stuff that will get us thru. It's too late to back out now, the plane leaving out in 4 hours. We gotta get going, Tink."

He patted her her head as a car honked 3 times, specifically.
That nickname made her feel happy. It grazed through her soul. Nobody else gone have it like the closest person to you.
She was originally given that nickname from her mother after always creating useful or random stuff out of scraps she'd find around the house. It was Tinker but soon it changed to Tink; by her brother.

"Ayy, we don't got all day. It's a wrap if ya'll move like el perezoso! The port is a 2 hour drive cmon!"
A voice shouted from a car behind her. It was a real tío, one who was usually around unlike the other immediate family.