𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 .

21.

𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐢'𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

as if a reflex, i practically throw zayn off of me, pulling myself off the bed and scurrying right to the window that i peak out of. while there's a slight relief that i see my brothers car, and not my fathers, there's also a persisting nerve; zayn parked  right in front of my house, and i'd be stupid not to think adonis won't recognize his car, and while his friends are supposed to be mine, i know the extent of my big brothers protectiveness over me.

or at least, i think im do. right now, im not sure what i know and what i don't about the people im around.

"go to t'e bat'room." i tell zayn, pointing down the hallway quickly to the brunette who grumbles something that only aggravates me even more. "i swear to god, zayn, if you get me in trouble."
"i'm goin, i'm goin." he says, begrudgingly standing from the bed. his eyes meet mine for a second, and i cannot help the anger it brings me; it's as if i can see the amusement in teasing me in his eyes as seamlessy slips his gun under his shirt before he exits my room, leaving me with a subtle sense of panic. i exhale deeply as i task myself with a mindless activity; i've never been put in this situation, or even had to worry about boys- now i have to worry about trying to keep my brother from seeing the one telling me things i can't even comprehend in my bedroom, but the mere notion of that- of him being in a place so intimate is probably what adonis woud lose it about.

right? i don't know.

i dig in my drawers mindlessly before my bedroom door opens like clockwork, and i can't help the way my heart drops into my throat.

"ain't you supposed to be at school?"

"hi donnii." i greet, glancing back at the man, blinking over at him. "ain't you?"
"who brought you here?" adonis asks, his eyes beginning to narrow as he looks over at me, a deep confusion or perhaps suspicion leaking into his dark brown eyes. i can tell when my big brother is angry because of the way he holds his eyebrows, almost as if they are angled in aggravation. he mirrors
a rather familiar expression, and i can't help the slight way my heart jumps from his somewhat threatening tone.
"zay."
"why? where he at?"
"we went to lunch and t'en came back-"

"you went to lunch?" adonis repeats, raising a brow. "that was damn near an hour ago. why is y'all still here?"
"why you actin like you go ta sc'ool all time?" i question, finding myself slightly defensive by the adamant way he questions me, clear in his almost audible distrust of my story even though when i think about it, i'm not quite sure what i'm trying to hide in the first place. nothing even happened for my brother to think about being mad, and really for me to try and hide- or at least, i think so.
"that ain't really the question.. what was y'all doin here?"
" 'angin out. t'is w'ere i live, rig't? i can 'ave people over, rig't?"
"hell no." adonis glared. "hell no you can't have that nigga over by himself. you really think i believe y'all was just fuckin hanging out?"
"w'y wouldn' you?"

"mahi,ai, please." adonis scoffed, a vivd glare upon his clouding features. "yo ass lyin, an it's not een workin out well for you."

"i'm na' lyin, and ion know w'y you don't believe me."
"you still lyin. why would i, goldie? matter of fact, where his ass at?"

"usin the bat'room, an you can't tell me w'o to 'angout wit, t'at's not even fair. didn't you say yo friends was mine?" i spat, beginning to glare back over at the man who's tone is the sole reason of my sudden defense and anger. even so, i find myself somewhat emotionally distraught as i look over at the boy who i can't help but to question- do i know him, really? or do i know him just as well as i thought i did the boy who just pulled out a gun in my bed? "or was you just lyin ta make me feel better?"
"ion know who the hell you yellin at, mahi'ai, or why you actin like that."
"you just asked me w'y would you trust me, w'ic' means you don and i don' know w'y you wouldn'. you just said i was lyin." i glare. "i'm yellin at you. you not my daddy, but you actin like 'im."
"you dead fucking wrong."