Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

Easier

8:30 PM

On the patio of the girl's room, Abiah sat by her lonesome smoking one of many blunts she managed to stache away before they left the house. She took a hit and laid back as the door creaked open. "Go the fuck away, Irie," Abiah cursed, not even bothering to look back.

"Why do you have an attitude with me?" The eldest Murillo child asked, plucking her sister's feet from the patio chair and taking a seat.

"Because I can. Goodbye," Abiah groaned. Irie could tell her sister wasn't fully 100 percent better from the other morning, but wasn't sure how to go about it. However, since she was already getting cursed at it couldn't hurt but to ask, right?

"Are you actually expecting your period to start?" Irie questioned, throwing Abiah for a loop. The teenagers eyes shifted as her eyebrow dipped.

"What the fuck are you saying? You think I'm lying?" Abiah yelled.

"I think you're hiding something!" Irie accused. The scoff that left Abiah's lips could slit Irie's throat. The middle Murillo, put out her blunt and dropped it on the table.

"Oh really? You think I'm hiding something? Like what a pregnancy? Don't kid yourself Irie, we are similar, but not that similar," Abiah stated. "Yes, I'm expecting my period to come. I took the morning after pill. I'm fine,"

"Are you fine? Because for some reason you've been try to take the focus off you all day. You get sick, pass out, and aren't concerned that somethings wrong? I mean—"

"Irie! Stop! I'm fine!" Abiah said. Irie looked at her sisters eyes to see them bloodshot and huge.

"You aren't sick are you?" Irie asked. The silence told Irie everything she needed to know, causing her snatch the joint from her sister fingers. "What is in this?" Irie yelled. Abiah struggled to get it back as her high took over and sat back.

"It's nothing. Just weed and Xanax. It's fine," she giggled, getting up from her seat and moving towards the room. "But hey," she smirked, looking back. Irie could see her sister's eyes were barely even open at that point. "Fuck do you care? It's gonna take more than an overdose for me to pull the spotlight away from miss queen bee," Abiah said, before disappearing into the shared bedroom.

In that moment Irie wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and snitch her heart out to Tori, but she couldn't. Her rapport with Abiah was shaky and honestly couldn't take another hit. This matter was going to have to be settled quietly if that was even possible.

9:15 PM

Tori laid in the lonely bed, with Sammy on her chest, FaceTiming André. "How is Jairus?" Tori asked. André panned the phone down to show their oldest son watching TV on his tablet under the covers.

"He wanted to sleep with me since you're gone. He said he doesn't like to sleep downstairs when the girls aren't home," André replied. Tori understood that. She hated being three floors away from her kids, especially the baby. And that was bothering her since it wasn't looking like Irie would be ready to move out when the time came for the new baby to arrive.

"I think when we get back, that it'll be time to do what we said we wanted to," Tori hinted, using her free hand to stroke Sammy's back.

"Babe, the kids are on the phone," André misunderstood, pulling his phone closer to his body and mashing the volume rocker to basically 0. A smile hit Tori's face as she shook her head.

"I meant with the house. I think it's time we start looking into getting our house built, while my pregnancy is still early. That way, when we are ready to move the baby to their room, we have a room for them," Tori explained. A look of uncertainty crossed her husband's face as he processed her request.