Habibet Albi (Incomplete)

Chapter 3: Uninvited

"We're all a bunch of addicts, struggling with our drug of choice" ~ JmStorm

PHOENIX ARRIVED THROUGH the front door last after her younger sisters, who were giggling about something on their way to the kitchen. Phoenix soon realized what they were giggling about when she entered the kitchen. Sitting on the counter engaged in conversation with Elijah who was frying something in a pan was...

"Malik? What are you doing here?" She demanded, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Devante invited him over for dinner." Elijah replied with his back facing her, as he stirred what smelt like rice and beans.

"Oh, ok." She chewed her bottom lip to refrain from yelling at him to get out of her house. He just radiated bad vibes, as ridiculous as that sounded. She didn't trust him and most definitely didn't want him in her house. She glared at Malik before she turned and walked away.

"Cinderella you forgot something." Malik hollered before he hopped off the counter.

Phoenix didn't turn around and ran upstairs to change into another pair of pajamas. She peeled her supernatural t-shirt off and pulled on a deadpool printed t-shirt. As her, fuzzy, ninja turtle pajama pants fell to the ground Malik strolled into the room.

Phoenix sensed his presence, her eyes flickered to the door. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" She snapped.

"Giving you your jordan, you lost it at the club." Malik answered, irritation wearing at his voice. He handed her the white jordan and headed out. He paused at the threshold and turned around.

Phoenix was about to yell at him again until he interrupted her. "What's your problem? Are you xenophobic or Islamophobic or some shit like that? Do you not like me because I'm Arab?" He barreled out in a frustrated stream.

Phoenix shook her head in absolute astonishment. "Why would you think I'm xenophobic? I'm an immigrant, I was born in Rio de Janeiro you moron. Nor would I be intolerant towards Islam, I respect all religions as long as it doesn't promote hate or violence." She argued.

"If it's not because I'm foreign or muslim then what is it?" He demanded, his intense set of crystal blue eyes were ablaze like a blue bonfire.

Phoenix didn't get why he was so upset by her disliking him. "Why do you care whether I like you or not?" She questioned.

"Maybe because I thought you were a smart, kind girl who I could be friends with. Clearly, I guessed wrong." he said in defeat with his head downcast.

Then he exited her room and slammed the door shut. Once his footsteps faded, Phoenix gripped the sneaker in her hand then furiously threw it at the door. She threw herself back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

How am I xenophobic or Islamophobic? I never once looked at him and disliked him based off his heritage or religion. That would be blatant discrimination and racism. I've experienced both many times my entire life so why would I be towards him? It's nothing against his ethnicity or religion. I just don't trust anyone easily.

Phoenix tossed over and buried her face into a fluffy pillow with a rainbow peace sign sewn into it. She laughed without mirth at the irony of the situation. Suddenly the mattress dipped from someone's weight.

"Go away." Phoenix's voice was muffled from the pillow.

"Bitch who the fuck you think you're talking to?" Jose snapped and ripped the pillow from underneath her.

"Leave me alone." She ordered, pulling a blanket over herself.

Jose tugged on the blanket. "No, not until your bitchass tells me what just happened." He objected.