He was mine, i loved my brother more than people liked their lifes. We been through every thing together. My right hand man, my partner in crime, my twin Lahmir Santana. Unlike me he didnt need braces. He had dreads like me, and we are the same skin tone, too. Hes the best thing thats ever happrned to me. Im the oldest by 4 minutes.
He was one inch taller than me, and a goofy as fuck. He was my twin. My loyalty to the end. The one i could call my friend. Mine.
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Nahmir
"Lahmir didnt i tell you this goes first?" I take the shirt out the bag and put the pair of pants he had in. He sighed and tied the bag up.
"I hate that you going on tour." He mumbled. I nodded and watch him pack the rest of my bags for me.
"Mhmm..." I look down at the time amd look up at him ti see him struggling.
"Lift your ass if you have to!" I yell sipping my drink walking out the room.
Oh how i love my brother!
Lahmir
I sigh and look at all the things i had to pack for him. He just left out and didnt even offer to help pack HIS shit. I swear I'll be glad when he leaves for tour. I'll finally have peace here and get to choose things for myself. He was always like this, yet he says he loves me. I love him too but why should he be the one to be in charge of ME!?
Hes four fucking minutes older than me and i cant get no type of Love. What's the point in life if it isn't fair.
Nahmir
I walk back to the room and see all my bags packed and Lahmir on his damn phone.
He looked at me then looked back down at his phone.
"Why The Fuck you Ain't take My Shit Down Stairs?!" I yell.
"Because I packed it.." He mumbled.
"AND!?"
"I didn't give a fuck." He said and went back to typing in his phone.
"You Bitch Ass nigga."
Lahmir
Next thing I fucking know, my phone was snatched and so was my dreads.
I got punched, I got kicked. I got slammed. Mane...ya boy got dragged.
"GET THE FUCK OF ME NAHMIR!!!" I scream and try to push him off me. He scratched me by my eye and I started crying.
He pushed me again and I fell to the floor.I see blood dripping in the floor and my mouth opened slightly.
I hugged my knees and rocked back and forward. Nahmir just stood there. He looked at the blood, the bags , the room, then at me.
"I wish you were never born."
A horn blew from outside and he grabbed his bags, leaving for tour.
Nahmir
I walk in the tour bus and Glizzy And Jay were staring at me.
"What!?" They shook their heads.
"Nun cuz damn a Nigga can't get no love" or nun," Jay laughed and I gave him a hug.
"Aye Man Where Lahmir At?" He asked.
I look down and sigh. " He not Coming-
"Is that why you got blood on yo fucking hands." I turn a round and seen Taymor.
Now they know I don't like this nigga...
"Mane get the fuck in somewhere." I groan and go wash my hands in the kitchen.
