And He, Her

quatrième

"So, about the house --"

"Prisha," I glared at my sister. "We're still at breakfast."

"But I --"

I cocked a brow and we returned to the initial silence of our meal. Joseph was sitting on the other side of the table, staring at me. Prisha wanted him out.

But that was hardly possible as he was the owner of the property we lived on and really, it was his choice if he wanted to leave or not. Not mine, not Prisha's.

"Going out today, Aaliyah?"

"No," Prisha said for me, she looked my way. She knew I was looking right back. "And I have school, if you were going to ask."

"I wasn't," he said in an annoyed, dark tone. "And I'm sure Aaliyah knows how to speak."

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"Should I kill her?" Joseph asked as he sharpened a knife behind.

"No, you should not," I turned. "You have to leave."

"I will not... Not until I have you back."

"Don't you already?" I pushed past him to leave the kitchen but he held my arm.

"Oh, you know I don't," he grabbed my hair and turned me around. "I need you. You know I can't do this on my own, Aaliyah."

"But you let me go!" I was yelling and I hated to "You said you wanted to protect me. You cannot just give and take me back like I am an object! This is my life, not yours or anyone else's!"

I could feel the tears but I didn't want to stop.

But he did.