CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER NINE] Triggered

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER 15th, 1989

I was in pure confusion.

Why was Nasir inside of my house?

Does Aaliyah know her cousin is here?

What is going on?

"Where's mom?" Ahmad asks my dad and he shrugs.

"On her way or something. Why are you here?" My dad asks him and Ahmad makes a hurt face.

"Damn so no one wants to see me here? I see how it is. It be your own family." Ahmad dramatically says and I kiss my teeth at the foolishness.

Nasir was currently sitting down on the couch but his back was now faced to me.

"I do want to see you. I'm just confused as to why you are here so early." My dad says and Ahmad stands there.

"Life is crazy. Can you believe that I left the military?" Ahmad says and I was internally laughing because I knew my father was going to go ballistic.

"You did what!" My father yells and I snicker.

"This isn't about me. Why is this boy inside of our house?" My brother asks, attempting to change the conversation.

Nasir's back is still currently facing us. I was confused as to why he was dodging.

My brother Ahmad walks towards Nasir to see who he is.

"Damn nigga you got knocked the fuck out!" Ahmad yells, looking at his face.

Huh?

Come again?

Knocked out?

"Watch your mouth!" My father scorns and my brother backs up.

"My bad. What I meant to say was that you got attacked in a viscous manner to the point where your face is scarred... like my childhood." Ahmad jokes and my father brushes him off.

"He says he goes to your school Mya. You must know him." My dad says and I scratch my hair.

"Yeah I do." I lowly say and my dad grins.

"Good. Since you guys are friends can you go handle him real quick while I talk to your brother?" My dad says, getting up from the couch.

"Ah shit." Ahmad says, following my dad upstairs.

I watched them walk upstairs and Ahmad turns around to look at me.