Habibet Albi (Incomplete)

Chapter 17: Spilled Words

Phoenix unlocked the door with her key. Inside the apartment was chaotic. Her sisters and brothers were at the dinner table eating pizza. The tv was blaring A Boogie. Everyone was talking over each other. Her head began to painfully pang. She wanted to get back in the cab and go back to Style's place. It was so peaceful and quiet. Two things she's never had.

Jose came downstairs and ran up to her. "Hey mamas, how was your date?"

"Great, until you called." Phoenix truthfully answered.

"No need for the attitude. Save that for the drunk Aladdin up stairs. Go ride him like a magic carpet Princess Tiana." He teased.

"Fuck outta here with that. First off, that's statutory rape. Secondly, I don't wanna do anything but hit him right now."

Phoenix stormed upstairs to her room. To find Malik taking up her entire Queen-sized bed. He was loudly snoring and drooling on her pillow. He was hugging the leopard-printed pillow, murmuring in his sleep.

"You got me fucked up." She said before grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. But he wouldn't budge. She noticed a half-filled water bottle on her nightstand. She grabbed it, unscrewed it then tossed it at him.

He bolted up, "What the fuck?!"

"What are you doing in my bed?" She demanded, her hands planted on her hips.

Malik's ink black hair stood up in every direction. His crystal blue eyes were bloodshot. He stretched his arms out and loudly yawned. "Sleeping, duh." He said before laying down and closing his eyes, snuggling into her hello kitty pillow.

"Oh, no the hell you're not!" She protested, grabbing him by his ankles. She pulled him off the bed until he fell onto the floor with a thud.

His eyes fluttered open and a indolent smile curved his full lips, "You're pretty when you're mad." He laughed then tapped her nose and said, "boop."

She rolled her eyes, "Why did you come here?"

Malik presses his index finger against her mouth. "Shhh, don't worry about it, habibti." His eyes drooped shut.

"Malik!" She yelled to wake him up.

He clutched his head in pain, "Christ, stop yelling my head is pounding."

"Christ? Aren't you Muslim?" Bewilderment filled her tone.

"So? What do you own Jesus? You're too hot to be Jesus's mom. Your tits are all out." He gestured. "Didn't Mary wear robes? I don't know why everyone wore robes in the desert, makes no fucking sense." He rambled.

Phoenix glanced down at her chest and her breasts had spilled out more than she wanted. It was difficult trying to keep the milk bags in. They were attention-seeking motherfuckers. Always finding a way out. "I don't know ask Allah when you see him in Jannah."

His eyes widened, "You know about Salami?" He sounded impressed.

She bursted out into laughter, "You mean Islam? Damn, what did you drink? Whatever you drank got you off the shits."

"You're my favorite person." Malik admitted, smiling broadly at her. He pointed at her and poked her in the center of her chest. He laid his head on her shoulder then buried his face into her chest and made raspberry noises.

"Having fun there?" She asked amused, soaking in the sight of his face buried into her breasts.

"Lots. I love how big they are." He looked up at her.

She knew what he was about to ask. "You can touch 'em."

His eyes grew big and he cupped both her breasts and squeezed them tightly. "Ow! They're not stress balls." She exclaimed in pain.

"Did you fuck Styles?" He asked randomly.

She froze at such a ridiculous question, "Of course not, why? And even if I did that's none of your concern."

"Yes the fuck it is."

"No the fuck it's not."

"Do you wanna fuck him?" He asked.

Phoenix hesitated, uncertain whether she did or not. Did she? He was attractive, but she never looked at him in a sexual manner. Wait... his hands would look nice on her thick thighs. Roaming up her dress...

"Maybe." She answered honestly.

"Of course you do, you fucking slut." He spat, scrambling to his feet.

A wave of anger washed over her and she slapped him across his face. His head turned away at the force of it. "Get. The. Fuck. Outta. My. House." She ordered through her teeth.

Malik's eyebrows raised in surprise, he opened his mouth about to say something.

"Don't talk to me ever again. Just leave. I don't wanna see your face. You make me sick." She couldn't even look at him. If she did she would beat the shit out of him.

"Phoenix." He pleaded.

"Get out!" She screamed.

He walked out of her room. Jose ran upstairs, walking past him. "What's going on?" He asked, concern filling his tone and face.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She grabbed her pillow and punched it over and over and over again.

Jose wrapped her arms around his best friend. "It's alright baby girl." He brushed her curls as she fought the urge to cry. She hated crying. She wasn't even sad, she was furious. She didn't understand why she cried whenever she was angry.