Bleeding Hearts

Chapter 2

Amiya

I had finally gotten my new house. I was very excited, for two reasons, one because I was very successful for my age and I was finally in a calm place. It wasn't a lot of people in the neighborhood, unlike my old one. Harlem was jammed packed, compared to a very small town in Virginia.

I'm Amiya Ginnya Cartel. I often tried really hard to separate myself from my name. I'm 24 and I had finally succeed. I was a very known, and successful songwriter. I've worked with tons of artist, of all genres of music. I was proud of myself, considering people told me I wouldn't make it far.

Anyhow, I just finished unpacking and pulling my new home together. After a hard day of working, my brother and I, decided to sit out in the sun and sip on some nice, cool, lemonade.

My brother was always my helper, lol. He would do pretty much anything for me, including kill. One time this guy was trying to talk to me but I wasn't interested, but that didn't stop him. He kept trying and one day Amir caught him, let's just say nobody ever heard from the guy, I have no idea what his condition is. Amir is my insane brother, but I loved him with everything I had.

Amir: "So, you excited?" I smiled, nodding.

Me: "Yeah, it's my first real house.." I said taking in the sun rays.

Amir: "I'm glad, I got tired of seeing all yo girly shit at my crib." I rolled my eyes, smiling a bit afterwards.

Although he irritated me, I enjoyed his company. He was the only male figure I had besides my father. I loved both of my parents but my bond with my brother was something I couldn't live without.

Amir: "Anyway, I gotta go check in on this deal, so ima hit chu up tonight."

We stood and I pouted. I hated watching him leave to go be a "Cartel" because I never knew if he was going to return. That scared me, and he was well aware of it.

Amir: "I love you, you know what to do if ion come back." I sighed.

Me: "Don't say that, say you're coming back." He smiled, showing his pearly white teeth.

Amir: "I'm coming back."

I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go honestly. He hugged back then poked my sides, making me let go and laugh.

Me: "I love you too ugly." He sucked his teeth.

Amir: "Yeah, whatever, I fuck yo homegirl the other night too."

Me: "Get off my property, dumb hoe."

He laughed and walked off.

Me: "Hey.." I called back.

Amir: "What?"

Me: "Make us proud please."

Although, I wasn't really with the stereotype of my last name, I supported my family. Everything from a stripper to a business owner. I didn't care. Whatever your hustle was, you better grind toward it. I was taught to find a hustle I'm good at and be the best at whatever my hustle was. For me, it was music. I've always had a passion for music and words. Or harmony, tone, beats. It all came together and created something beautiful. I loved that.