Changes.

Phase #6. (1/2)

Date : July 8th, 2014.

I had took a couple of days to myself, trying to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do about Prehia and Malik. I mean, let's be real. I wouldn't be as pissed off if it was somebody different. But, it was Malik. My bestfriend, my brother. He had sex with my sister, then had the audacity to hide it from me. I wish my mother was here, none of this shit would've happened if she was here right now. My moms had her rules laid out, plain and simple. No disrespect, no late nights, no intolerable acts and don't do anything that you might regret after the fact. I missed my mother and I'm pretty sure anybody that lost their mother would, but its just different coming home and not seeing her smiling face. I miss her, and if I could change the fact of her not being here I would.......but I can't.

Chresanto Lorenzo Romelo August.

×Royal3R×

I got up off of my bed and made my way towards my closet. I let my eyes scan over the clothing, deciphering on what I should wear for today's special event. Since I planned on beating a nigga's ass, I decided on wearing something comfortable. I grabbed a pair of regular black jeans, I decided to not wear a shirt. I grabbed my black chuck's out of the closet, since these were the shoes I prefer to wear if I planned on fighting. I jogged into the bathroom, taking a quick shower beforehand. Once I was done, I brushed my teeth one more time before walking out the bathroom. I walked into my bedroom and began to get dressed. I pulled on my black boxer briefs, then my jeans. Lastly, I pulled on my socks and shoes. I analyzed myself in the mirror, reading over the tattoo across my chest. Royal. I smirked, grabbing my phone and keys, making my way downstairs. 

I went into the kitchen, being greeted by my sister with a big ass breakfast spread across the table. I looked at her with a look of suspicion, as she continued to smile.

"Mornin' Chres, are you hungry?" She asked, as she poured two glasses of orange juice and placing them down onto the dining room table.

"What'd you do to this damn food?" I asked, taking a seat looking at it suspiciously.

"Nothin', am I not allowed to cook for the best older brother in the world?" She cheesed, sitting down in the chair across from me.

"No, you're not." I said blandly, as I picked at the food with my fork.

"We needa' talk Chres." She sighed, as she began to slowly eat her food.

"Talk." I said, becoming impatient with her stalling once again.

"Malik took my virginity...three days before mom's funeral." She whined, as she let the salty tears run down her face.

"Okay." I said, getting up from the table and making my way to the front door. I heard Prehia callig my name, I just didn't bother to answer.

I got inside of my car, speeding out of the driveway. I made my way down the streets of South Central, contemplating on what I would do to Malik when I seen him. I turned down 64th street, as I seen Malik on his bike talking to some girl. I parked my car a block away, and made my way towards him. After the girl had left, I went up behind him tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around slowly, a little too slow.

"Wassup Chres?" He smiled, as he held his hand out to give me dap. His hand eventually went down, once he seen I wasn't in a good mood.

"I'm only gon' ask you once bruh, did you fuck my sister three days before I buried my moms?" I asked, waiting to see if he was going to come clean or not.

"Look man, I d-" I cut him off by punching him in the face. He fell back off of his bike, allowing me to step over him and give him blows to the face. He tried to stand up by getting on his hands in knees, which only resulted in me kicking him in the face.

"You fucked my sister dawg? Then you did it before I buried my moms gee'?" I asked, as he spit out clumps of blood. Trying to regain his footing to avoid stumbling over.

"I love ya' sister man. I'm sorry, for wh-what I did." Hs stuttered, as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"What about me dawg? Did you even fuckin' think about what the fuck you were doing?" I said, as my fist connected with his face once again.

"Look, I'll actually tell yo-you something, if you s-stop hittin' me?" He said, holding his hand up. Bracing himself for another blow to come.

I eventually calmed down, once I had seen the damage I had done. I helped him up off of the ground and sat him on the curb of the street. He continued to wipe the blood from his lip and spit it out of his mouth. I looked at him and shook my head, not having no shame in what I've done.

"Whatchu' beat my ass up for bruh?" He asked lowly, avoiding all eye contact with me as possible.

"Nigga, you fucked my sister the days before I had to do one of the most hardest things in my life. You asked for it, bro." I said, looking the other way to make sure nobody was trying to mess with my car.

"Look, the real reason why I hid it is because I didn't know how to tell you. What did you want me to do man? Come up to you the day of the funeral and say 'Wassup man, by the way I fucked your sister three days ago?'" He asked, waiting for me to answer his rhetorical question.

"It doesn't matter, you should've told me regardless of what the outcome was goin' to be. Real shit bruh, you foul dawg." I said, standing up and making my way to my car.

"Did she tell you anything else?" He asked, slowly standing up, causing me to stop in my tracks.

"She might be pregnant gee'." He said, climbing on his bike and pulling off. Leaving me to stand there and think about everything that I've just done.

Meanwhile.....

"I might be fuckin' pregnant, by you're fuckin' brother Melissa!" Prehia hollered, plopping down onto her bed, crying in a pillow.

"Well, if you weren't such a hoe then we wouldn't have this fuckin' problem." Melissa spat, her voice filled with anger.

"Fuck you, you cum eatin' bitch. I'm the hoe, but you didn't see me criticizing what you do wit' that sloppy head of yours. Fuck you, I hope you catch a fuckin' disease, you dirty bitch." Prehia hollered, hanging up the phone in Melissa's ear.

She sat on the bed and waited for the pregnancy test to finish. Once she heard the beep, she looked at it and cried tears of joy.

The test was Negative.

"I need my brother to get home, now." She growled, pulling on her sweats and her chuck taylor's. She was going to fight Melissa, she was going to do it before the day was over.