Homeland

Karma

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    Kijah stumbled roughly back into her empty home that she had missed more than she'd ever imagine, she looked down at Amirè's Gucci loafers that sat near the door and thought I even miss his ass.

    Heavy Footsteps scattered upstairs "Baby I'm back." Kijah locked the top and bottom lock on the huge white double doors, it's been a minute since she's been in her fiancé arms. His warm embrace and soft kisses, always calmed her nerves.

    She decided to actually plan out this wedding that she's been holding back on, since Rodgers dead she thought Why not? It's sad to say that he has a strong hold on her life still even though he's dead or wherever he may be.

   That night at the wake she thought she remembered not seeing him in the casket and as she mumbled it all in the hospital her nurse told her it all could've been a dream. She was probably overwhelmed and it just happened.

   "Babe?" She called out once she didn't get an answer from him the first time, her hand traced the silver rail as she took a step at a time up the white stairs. "You here?"

"Yeah, I'm here baby.." Amiré yelled back out of breath from their master bedroom, more footsteps dragged across the room. It sounded like another person was in the room to Kijah, so she picked up her speed.

    The bedroom doors were already cracked open, Kijah held her breath as she peeked inside her own room that they shared. Amiré sat on the edge of the bed playing madden but a shadow appeared from the closet.

   She pushed open the door slowly, Amiré didn't even bother to look at her. It didn't feel like her room anymore, all of a sudden she felt detached from it. "What's good baby." Amiré greeted her not taking his eyes off of the flat screen TV.

    "Nothing much..." she mumbled digging in her purse to pull out her phone that had been vibrating crazy. "We will be reading his death will tomorrow morning 9 o clock sharp. b there." Rodgers's close friend informed her, she shot him a text back then tossed her phone back into her Chanel bag.

    "Cool...cool. You wanna get something to eat?" Amiré looked over Kijah, in his eyes she didn't look like herself. She looked sick but maybe he was just going crazy because of what he was hiding. "No, i stopped and got something on the way home."

A box fell from inside the closet, Amiré didn't bother to look but Kijah's head snapped straight towards the noise. "Who is in my house?" Kijah asked expecting the truth but sometimes the truth isn't what you need to hear.

"AJ come out." Amiré mumbled shaking his head, he couldn't understand why he tried to hide it in the first place and it wasn't like he cared either. AJ insisted on hiding, she didn't think everything through though.

"THE FUCK IS AJ DOIN HERE AMIRÉ?" Kijah yelled with her finger pointed in AJ's face. AJ barely had on clothes, to say nothing happened would be a lie and honestly Amiré wish he had never done it. Not because of Kijah but because of Azélia.

"Get your finger out of my face trick." AJ smacked Kijah's hand as if it was a bug, Amiré knew everything was going to go down hill because they both have bad tempers. "Amiré get your side wifey"

"His side wifey, girl' you must be crazy as hell if you think I'm the side bitch to anyone!" Kijah dropped her Chanel bag on the pretty ruby wine red vanity that was beside them. "You surely had him being the side nigga though, run my boy on game bitch."