Caliginous Heart: The Story of Zain

Prologue.

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July 22, 2016
Zain slowly walked into the living room, adjusting her low ponytail and analyzing her brother in whom sat on the couch with his hands placed behind his head.

She was trying to see if he was in a good mood, or not before she asked the question she was about to ask, but she could hardly tell.

He held this hard exterior, inside and out. His mean mug that he always had plastered across his face and the dry replies that he always gave.

She sighed and just decided to give it a try anyway.

Walking closer towards him, she folded her hands in front of her, giving her brother a cheeky smile.

"Zamaré." She lowly said, switching her lips over to the side. He looked up at her with some sort of un phased facial expression.

"Is it okay if I go outside to meet up with Ky?"

He looked up at Zain as if she had multiple heads. He stayed looking at her like that for a couple of seconds before he finally shook his head.

"For what?" He spat out.

"Because I'm tired of being in this house all day and plus, you didn't allow me to go out yesterday." Zain shrugged, pouting a little.

"Zain, I'm not playing with you. You already know I don't like Ky ass and it's about to be 7. Why you going out so late?"

Zain couldn't help but to roll her eyes. "Why are you so over protective Zamaré?"

Zain loved her brother to death, yes she'll admit. But, sometimes she couldn't stand him. He was always down her neck about something and she understood why, but at the same time it irked her everlasting nerves.

Zamaré, at the age of 23 was the biggest King pin in all of Atlanta, Georgia. He had no choice, but to be overprotective of his 14 year old little sister. Not only that, but he was the official guardian of Zain.

While both of their parents stayed back in Nigeria which is where they were all from, Zamaré was Zain's only caretaker and he didn't mind that.

"You already know the answer to that, so you may wanna gone on with that yo." He waved his little sister off, redirecting his attention back towards the TV which showcased a black screen.

"And tell Ky you're not coming, so you might as well gone on back to your room."

Zain closed her eyes and balled up her little fist. "Why not?!" She yelled.

Zamaré nearly flew across the living room at the way Zain had the audacity to raise her voice at him. He decided to just gone on ahead and let his little sister pass.

He shook his head, not having time for her over dramatic ass.

"Move around bro, I'm not playing with you." He said lastly before going into his bedroom.

Zain stood in the middle of the living room, feeling defeated.

There was no way in hell she was going to let her big brother dictate her life, so she took matters into her very own hands.