The Eyes Tell Lies (Khalil Underwood Series #1)

Sauce

Khalil POV

I poured the noodles into the pot filled with boiling water. I opened a jar of spaghetti sauce and poured it into a smaller pot with a few spices and some slices of cheddar cheese. I poured some salt and pepper into the sauce and put a top on the small pot, as well as the large pot.

"Who's cooking?" my uncle slurred as he stomped through the house.

"Me." I huff, crossing my arms and leaning on the counter top.

Gavin sits quietly in his highchair, eating dry cereal with his hands.

"Wanna share with me?" I ask, leaning on my arms.

He nods and extends his arms will food in his hands. I laugh and open my mouth wide for him to drop the food into. He does and I chew the food. He giggles and eats some of his cheerios.

Gavin's my three year old brother. He and my sister are my life and if my bitch ass uncle tries hurting them, I'd go to jail for murdering him. I made that point clear when he tried 'punishing' Gina because she spilled milk in the kitchen. He thought he could hit her and I wouldn't do shit. I fucked him up and told him that if he ever touched them, I'd put him six feet under with no hesitation.

Although people look at me as a pretty boy, I'm a good size, and I work out on a daily basis. Five feet seven inches of pure hatred towards my uncle. I put on an act to my peers at school. They never seen the angry side of me and hopefully, never will. It almost came out when Keyandra ignored me because it annoyed the hell outta me. She was being a bitch and all but I understand why. She probably figured I was going to use her because of the hoes I used to go with who were talking in the halls like it was her fault. She's cool peoples but our friendship may have been ruined before it even started. I know y'all expect me to say "I fell in love with her and want to go after her until she realizes that I'm not who they say I am.." but honestly, that's corny and completely not what I'll do. I'm not even her friend so why would I chase after her and say I caught feelings? We know not shit about each other.

"Lil. Food." Gavin points to that stove. He can't speak fluently yet I've been teaching him

"Shit!" I mumble, rushing to the stove and turning the burner to it's lowest level.

I got a new pot and poured the overflowing sauce in there before rinsing the used pot out in the sink. I poured spices into the sauce and stirred it around before pouring it into the huge pot full of noodles.

Once the food cools off, I pour it into three bowls– one for me, my sister, and brother.

After we bless our food, my drunk ass uncle wobbles inside, slurring his words and showing how drunk his pathetic ass actually is.

"W-w-where's my plate?"

"The ingredients are at the supermarket. You got that on your own." I point out, chewing my food.

He gives my sister, who's eating her food quietly, an evil glare before looking back to me.

I felt my stomach quench and I knew I'd be getting into a fight today. Fuck...

[Khalil and Gavin on side/above]