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3:11 PM || Downtown LA
It has become a habitual thing for me to visit my brother every two days just to make sure he and Breana was good. After the whole ordeal with him almost losing his life to gang violence, I promised him, my mother and myself that I would keep a better watch on him. He didn't have immediate family besides me out here in LA, so it was the least I could do plus I loved seeing my nephew. The day he was born was magical to me. Breana had kept herself healthy and stable throughout the whole pregnancy and I was proud of her. Aside from her hating Don because of what he did to me, it didn't effect her because she stayed far away from him to remain stress free.
Don was so guilty of what he had done that he agreed to Breana's wishes which were to help her and my brother get an apartment close to campus so that they can still get to school. At first I hated the idea because I didn't want Don holding it over me that he was "taking care" of my brother. Knowing Don for as long as I did, I assumed he would do so but as time went on, he meant what he said by he would not bother me anymore. It was strange but it was an absolute blessing. Keith assured me that he wouldn't be paying for them for long because he would be getting his money together so that him and Bre could do it alone. I was scared for them but I would never allow them to fall and surely not Axel with how close him and Keith were.
Finding parking near the apartment complex they lived in, I hopped out of my car not before putting my hoodie over my head and sunglasses. I just wanted to have family time, so running into paparazzi asking me about Axel was not something I was up for at the moment. Speed walking towards their door which was on the lower level, it reminded me quite of MiMi and I's old complex. It was cute and very modern. Knocking on their door, I looked around my surroundings making sure no one followed me. I would hate for paparazzi to harass my brother and his girlfriend while with their new born. Then I really would beat a motherfucker's ass!
Opening the door almost immediately, I smiled at Bre as she was the one who opened it with my nephew Asher-Elijah in her arms. I loved the name they chose because Asher was biblical meaning blessing in which his little self was. When Keith described that he seen a baby boy with his exact face while in a coma at his birth I knew the name would fit perfectly. Asher-Elijah Harris.
"Hey Tommie." She smiled moving aside for me to step in. I smiled in return as I removed my hoodie from my head walking inside. As I walked further in, I noticed Don and my brother sitting on the couch talking. I rolled my eyes at the fact that Don was here. It still was taking me a lot of time to get use to the fact that he was the uncle of my nephew. It was bad luck that I had but we have not argued or anything since he apologized. It was just awkward being in the same room as him without him wanting to put his hands on me or have sexual intercourse.
"Hey Keith" I greeted my brother gaining his attention. The smile that was on his face made me keep mine although the devil was sitting right next to him. I didn't bother speaking to Don because we rarely spoke in the first place. He knew his place and I knew mine. "What's good? You came just in time. Little man just woke up. He had a long night." He said in a slight stressful tone. I chuckled as I removed my jacket. Feeling a pair of eyes on me the whole time, I look in the direction of Don who was not trying to hide the fact that he was staring at me. He then smiled which made me feel quite uncomfortable because it wasn't like we were cordial. We just ignored each other for the most part.
