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Latoya -

"Happy birthday Janet!" the crowd yelled as we came in through the back door; to make the surprise more worthy.

Janet squealed, then ran to mother completely forgetting that she'd left me to go with her friends to celebrate. I looked over to Michael, who was talking with Sam and Ross; good friends of Michael for a long time. I sat down at the bar, watching my friends and family talk among themselves. The music started to play, and Janet quickly ran out to the floor with Marlon, who was enjoying himself just as well as Janet. A couple of guys have been eying me for a moment, seeing if i was going on the dance floor or not.

"Oh Jehovah, here comes the first reject now, about to tell me a cheesy line to get in my pants" he slyly walked up to me, smirking probably from the non clever line he's about to tell me.

"Hey mama," he said, over the blaring music. "How about we get on that floor and get down huh?"

Wow. It wasn't as cheesy as i thought, but he could've at least done way better. I took a sip out of my water; eying him coldly. He kept that smug smile on his face, checking out Rebbie; who was on the floor with her boyfriend. I got up and picked up my water, swirling it around with my hand. He didn't see it coming, but I did and soon enough, that face was going to be drenched with water.

"You know," I purred, biting my lip from fake satisfaction. "You're really cute, too bad that pretty face is going to be drenched..."

He nodded, not noticing the words I just said, but instead, looking at my waist and my cleavage. I almost blew it, I was completely right on the factor that he wanted to get in my pants and still, looking at my sister stupidly. I clutched the water in my hand, looking straight at Michael who was rapidly shaking his head no and holding in laughter at the poor, dubious dog that called himself a man. I smirked, getting up and watching him all googly eying Janet, who was bouncing all over the floor, especially at her tight white Gucci pants.

"So," I pushed myself against him, feeling his gross erection against my thigh. "Are we gonna dance, or what?"

I knew that wasn't for me, but who? He was staring at five women on the floor. I pushed away from him and smiled, he was gonna get it right about... Now! I threw the water on him, completely drenching him in the sparkling water I was previously consuming. He practically shrieked, eyes wide and scattered. I crossed my arms, my facial expression never changed since the events took place, blank and bored. Honestly, I didn't really care what words he said to me afterwards, they were slurs and curses; and my brothers heard it all too.

"What you call my sister?" Jackie said, and told me to sit by Michael. "I want you to repeat that please."

I'd observed many of the fights my brothers were in, mostly because of us; their sisters being disrespected and ridiculed. But Jackie, was the one getting in the most fights to defend his sisters. Jackie threw one punch at him, knocking him out.

"Oh my god! Someone break them up, hurry up before he beats him to death!" Rebbie exclaimed, holding onto her boyfriend.

Marlon and Jermaine quickly ran off the floor, wasting no time to get their older brother off the injured man. I applied more lipstick to my plump lips, smiling at the mess the slick man had become lifeless, helpless, and sickle. He was still beating him up, shouting curses and spitting on him. Michael gestured for me to quickly head to the car to split with Janet and Rebbie, before things got really ugly.

"Janet, Rebbie," I smoothly said, fixing my white dress. "It's time for us leave, split, got it?"

Janet exchanged her goodbyes and ran to the car, and Rebbie kissed her boyfriend goodnight. I quickly grabbed my purse and ran out the door; leaving the gruesome scene of my sister's 11th birthday party.

"Latoya," father mumbled, shaking his head. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Sure," I softly said, not making eye contact with my disappointed father. "Tomorrow we'll talk."

I climbed in the back of the Jeep Randy bought for Rebbie's twenty-seventh birthday. Janet started skimming through a Cosmopolitan, not saying much. Rebbie gave me a look and started the Jeep and drove away to my apartment; that I payed for, but Janet and Rebbie lives there too. I felt good tonight, like going to a club good. But I knew Rebbie wouldn't go for it, Janet was underage and Rebbie always didn't feel like partying late at night.

"Toya," she said, waiting at the stop light. "What did you do this time?"

"The slime ball put his hands on me," I lied, frowning at my sudden decision. "So I just called Jackie over to handle him."

Janet looked up, giggling at the boy in the next car, showing his phone number in the window to her. I let down the window, surprising the boy with my action.

"She don't want your number, so take your business elsewhere!" I smiled, closing the window.

I smiled to myself, at the success of keeping Janet pure and worthy; just like Rebbie, before she ruined herself. Tonight was pure bliss fortunately, and I especially loved the part where Jackie beat him into a pulp. But unlike me, Janet whined about her ruined birthday party.

"Janet," I softly whispered, cleaning my nails. "Please be quiet."

She'd shut up, looking out the window in disperse. I leaned against the window, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

"And," I softly added, "don't take anything out my purse."

Yep. Tonight was really outta sight. But, there'll be better nights, i hope. I couldn't help to dream, about certain things- only certain things to make me smile big and wide.