HIS-Story

HIS-Story~18

"AJ, wake up!" A feminine voice yelled in my ear, making me jolt up to see Malaya smirking in amusement. "Great your up, help Shawn get the chairs from the storage so y'all can take them over April's house.

I was having a good nap, and Malaya wanted to wake me up for some damn chairs. She's such an asshole. "You're an ass," I told her directly.

"And you're a common day nigga," she spat back. I knew I should have never taught her how to snap back easily.

I groaned in defeat. "Get out of my face."

Malaya chuckled. "Malaya-4, AJ-0." With that small comment, Malaya finally left me alone. As the door close, the bed shifted. Amber's head started to appear from under the covers as she slowly wakes up.

"Morning sunshine," I greeted by giving her a kiss on the cheek. Earning a groan from the beautiful woman beside me, I kept kissing her cheek until she was wide awake and aware of her whereabouts.

"Get the fuck AJ," she said before sitting up in bead; showing her bare back. "I'm gonna go," she told me as she stood up and started to collect her clothes.

"Aight," I said. I'm still on her hate list. "You coming over to April's?" I stood up myself and pull my boxers up to my waist where they belong.

Amber shrugged. "Probably. I have to go to my parents and maybe my grandmother's house. So it depends. I'll tell April if I'm not coming."

I nod. "Okay, you gonna call me tonight?"

Amber glanced at me and back at her shirt she is trying to put on. "It depends," that was all she said before she started to put her shoes on then walked out my bedroom without a kiss, hug nor even a goodbye.

I guess I deserve what I'm getting. It's better than she just leaving me for good. Right?

"AJ, let's go!" Malaya yelled.

I swear to the five heavens I will kill this girl if she keep acting this way. "Aight damn, leave me the hell alone," I mumbled the last part. If I said that out loud, she'll be in my space.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, I finally walked out my room to see Malaya sitting on the couch eating Oreos. "Isn't too early to be eating junk?"

"Isn't it too early to talk shit," Malaya retorted back.

I grabbed a pillow off the couch and started to beat her with it. "Watch who you are speaking to little girl. Get your ass beat."

My little sister stood up to face me. "Nigga, no one is going to beat me."

"I just did," I stated as I put the pillow back on the couch.

"Wow a pillow. Get that shit out of here, no one is going o beat me," Malaya put on a cocky grin.

Gosh, why did I have to teach her how to be cocky? "Shut the hell up and let's go." The both of us walked out the door and got into my truck.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed under my breath as I lugged the last chair up the steep steps. Shawn was supposed to be here to help me, but he got caught up in April. Ms. Princess would of helped me, but she didn't want to get her nails dirty. Those bitch ass nails. I'm so pissed. I'm sweaty and tired as fuck.

"Do you need help?" Malaya finally asked once I put the last chair on the back of the truck.

I glared at her. If looks can kill, Malaya should of been dead ten years ago. "Get in the car," I said through gritted teeth.

"Um, actually it's a truck-"

"Shut the hell up!" I slammed the trunk close before getting in the drivers seat. Malaya sat there in silence as I drove off. My body was tense from me still being pissed that I had to move all those chairs by myself. But it soon relaxed when Malaya pulled up a very rough subject.

"Mom would be proud of both of us," Malaya said as she looked out the window and up at the clouds. It was a force of habit of hers to look up at the sky every time she thought or talked about our mother.

"Well," I sighed. "She'll be more proud of you then me."

"No, she'll be really proud of both of us. We stayed together during the time she was gone, we never neglected each other; even if we was pushed to that point."

"Several times actually," I looked at Malaya then back at the road.

Malaya gave off a small chuckle. "I guess I pushed you to that point, several times."

I scoffed but it came out more as a chuckle. "Push? More like throwing," I stated. "I still haven't seen her grave since the funeral, do you think you want to go? We have time and where right around the block from the grave yard," I suggested.

Malaya sighed then nod. "Yeah, I would love to see her grave. But let's gets some flowers."

I nod. "Alright."

Malaya knelt down in front of our mother tombstone to set the bouquet of wildflowers on her grave. Our mother always loved wildflowers, I have no idea why. I think they're too simple to me, but My mother always say "it's the simple things in life that's worth more than anything else" something like that.

Soon enough, I heard sniffing. I looked down to see Malaya still kneeled in front of our mother grave, but her hands was to her face and her shoulders kept moving up and down. I immediately pulled her into a hug.

"I miss her so much," Malaya cried out.

"I know you do Laya, and I miss her as well," I stated as I rubbed her back in a supporting way.

Malaya sniffed. "It doesn't seem like it."

I pulled her at arms length. "I do," I informed. "People have different ways to cope with this. Yeah I'm not crying on the outside, but Olin the inside I feel terrible. So don't say I don't miss her, because I really do."

Malaya slowly nod. "Okay, sorry I said that."

"It's alright. Do you want to stay a little longer?"

She quickly shook her head. "The more I stay, the more I don't want to leave," she stated.

Both of us walked into April's full house with chairs that was needed in our hands. This time I had help from Shawn and Malaya, thank goodness. Also, luckily Malaya and I came in when April screamed dinner was ready. My ass was starving.

I sat between Malaya and April with my goddaughter; Rose on my lap, eating half of my food. Everyone in our group; including DJ and John sat at the table laughing and eating like a family. Like a normal non-dysfunctional family. But it's not the full family of one of us is missing; Amber of course. She called April saying that she's not going to make it to dinner.

Of course I was a little disappointed from the news, but Amber has her own family. While the rest of us does not have any more blood relatives that want us around or they're all dead. That's alright though, because like right now, we made our own family. Who cares if we're not blood?

I don't.

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