My Sunshine

Chapter1: Packing

Ahmed:

"Hurry up and get your shit!" My father called from downstairs.

My sister, Aaliyah, came running into my room empty handed. I tilted my head and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Aaliyah, what's your problem?!? Why don't you have your bag packed, you know Leonardo is gonna freak!"

Yes. I call my own father by his first name. I won't stop until he can prove that he can put family first and take care of the two females of the house, my sister and mother.

Aaliyah's soft eyes met mine. "But..but.. Ahmed,  you don't understand." She paused. "I'm... scared." Her gaze was now off me and on the ground. I watched her as her eyes got glossy.

Oh no. Was she about to cry?

"Daddy is yelling at me and I don't know what he wants me to do. Where is he taking us?" She started sniffing.

I grabbed her and held her close to me.

"It's okay, We just need to go to the airport. Nothing to be scared about" it's okay, We just need to live with his other hoe, I wanted to say but I contained myself.

"I want mommy. I miss mom-" She started bawling her eyes out.

I put my hands over her mouth so her cries were muffled. I grabbed her by her shoulder and sternly looked at her.

"Aaliyah , what the fuck is wrong with you? You know what Leona- I mean dad would do to you if someone heard you crying!"

"But Ahmed, I-"

I felt the floor below me rumble.

Just when I was about to comfort Aaliyah, she was cut off by Leonardo's large hands wrapped around her throat.

I was suddenly thrust onto the hard floor, knocking over the glass cabinets and other small items. The glass fell in my eyes and skin.

I winced in pain.

"What did I fucking say Aaliyah!" He roared.

"If one more person complains about another child crying in this goddamn house, I'll go to jail for animal abuse!" He stopped himself and chuckled. "HaHa, I meant child abuse, but what's the difference?"

I held my face in disgust. Was that supposed to be a joke? How can you talk like that to an eleven-year-old girl?

I dusted the glass off my skin and carefully took some pieces out my eye and grabbed onto a nearby chair to push myself up. I steadily stood up until I heard it.

POW POW POW!

My eyes popped out my head at the horrid image that lay before me.

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"MY SISTER! SHE'S BEEN SHOT! HELP SOMEBODY HELP!!" I hollered at the top of my lungs.

Passing around my empty room, I turned to Leonardo and stared at him with disbelief.

He just shrugged, turned around, and walked out the door.

"You piece of shit," I said under my breath.

He stopped in his steps and swiftly turned around, shooting me with that good old evil glare. "What did you just say to me?"

He backed me up into the corner of my wall. His tall muscular figure stood almost on top of me.

"Yeah. You fucking heard me!" I raised my voice a little louder. Before I knew it I felt a sharp pain in my stomach

Leonardo had punched me dead in the stomach, hard.

I dropped down to the cold floor. All I could see now was Leonardo's feet leaving the room. But that's not the only thing I saw. I saw my sister. Damn it, I forgot all about her!

"Ahmy-" she weakly called. I smiled at the fact that she called me by my nickname. No! Ahmed, get your head out of your ass, why are you still on the ground?! I thought.

I tried to push my heavy body off the ground but then failed. I tried again. And again. And again. On the last try I ended up feeling the pain from the punch in my gut.

"Aaliyah, I'll help you just grab onto my hand!" Our hands connected and my heart just shattered while feeling her warm blood from her hands connect with mine. "You're a big girl, you know that?"

"Really?" She smiled. At this time, that's all I needed to see, a smile from my little sister. I held her up straight and assisted her downstairs. At the last step, unfortunately, we were greeted with my father's smirking face. His hands were wrapped around a woman eating her whole face.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat.

The woman instantly stopped kissing my father and fixed the hijab on her head. Ironic, huh? "Oh um... I'm sorry we were just... um... chatting about the house arrangements."

Yeah, sure. 'Chatting'. And aren't we moving to live with Leonardo new girlfriend in America? Who the fuck is this broad?

"I was just leav-" she paused and finally acknowledged the state of us. She looked between Aaliyah and Me. Aaliyah with the gunshot in her shoulder and me with the bruised stomach. Perfect family, am I right?

"Oh no. what happened?" her eyes grew in concern as she walked closer to us to examine. "I was sh-"

Leonardo interrupted "She was shooting the chickens.... yea a-and accident shot herself. Ha, you know... kids holding the guns backwards am I right?" They both took a long silence to stare at each other, probably reading their facial expressions. Finally hoe #1 broke the silence. "Hahaha! I totally know what you mean. Lily, my child, shot herself too last week." Leonardo nervously laughed. "Let's take you honey buns to the hospital. I'm Elora, by the way." Oh, so that's hoe #1's name. Elora. Aaliyah and I look at each other in confusion. This woman is crazy.

"Bring your stuff kids. From the hospital, we are going straight to America!!" Leonardo said with his cheery voice.

Wow. What a two face.

AN: YIPPY! My first book. This chapter was short. I don't intend on the others to be this short. And sorry for any grammatical mistakes