No More Games

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Trevor's Point Of View

It was chaos.

It literally went from zero to a thousand in a matter of milliseconds.

Let me explain.

I was just sitting here minding my own business, as usual of course, when Sasha comes storming out of the kitchen in a rage and saying that she had to leave.

All of us were just confused as fuck.

Few seconds later, Michael marches out of the kitchen with Jackie hot on his tail, trying to calm him down.

"I need to go home!" Michael said, angrily. "Dean, where are you? Let's go!"

Everyone was trying to figure out what the hell happened in the kitchen that caused all of this commotion but Sasha ran into the bathroom crying and Michael just walked out of the house.

"Jackie," Mama K turned to Jackie, confused and on the brink of tears, "what's going on? Please explain to me what's happening?"

"I don't know, Mother," Jackie said. "Let me go talk to Michael." He rushed out of the house, going after Michael.

As concerned siblings, Lauren and I went over to the bathroom door and tried talking Sasha into coming out or just letting us in but she refused. Had Shad not decide to stay home with the baby and came, he would've gotten her out of that bathroom just as quick as she ran in.

"Yo, Sash," I knocked on the bathroom door again, "just open the door and tell us what's going on."

"I'm so embarrassed. . ." Sasha cried behind the bathroom door. "I should've just kept my ass home. Now these people's dinner is ruined."

"Sash, open the door," Lauren begged. "If you want to go home we can go h—"

The door swung open and Sasha walked right passed us. We followed her back into the living room where everyone else were.

"Sasha, sweetheart," Janet went over to her, "what happened in the kitchen after Rebbie and I left?"

Sasha grabbed her bag and turned to Rebbie with her sad watery eyes, "Michael tried to—"

"I raised my hand to hit her!"

Every single person in the room turned around, watching Michael walk into the living room.

"What the fuck did he just say?" I said under my breath, looking at Lauren with a perplexed look.

"You what?" Janet asked, confused at what she just heard.

Everyone just paused. You could hear a needle drop in the room.

"Sasha, I'm sorry," Michael tried walking up to Sasha but she took a step back. "I blacked out when you hit—"

"Did you just say you were about to hit my sister, nigga?" I slowly made my way over to him. "Is that what I just heard you—"

"Trevor no," I heard Lauren say behind me.

"Trev, relax." Kennedy whispered as I walked past her.

"Nah," I raised my hand at Lauren to stop her from interfering, "is that what I heard you just say, bro? You were about to hit my pregnant sister?"

"I really didn't—"

"I hit him first!" Sasha cut Michael off, causing everyone more surprise. "I slapped him really hard."

"Woah," just like everyone, I was taken aback. "I heard a loud ass smack come from the kitchen earlier. . .Was that from you slapping him?"

She said nothing and everyone just started talking all at once. I looked over at Michael and it was evident that Sasha smacked the shit out of him because the side of his face was red as fuck. If you looked hard enough, you could actually see her hand imprinted on his cheek.