The "It Factor" Two

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Iman

"Jagger come here now!" I screamed

"The wedding is in 2 days and you're still avoiding getting a haircut. I understand you'd rather not, but you don't have a choice." I said frustrated.

"Ma I'm 11, y'all shouldn't have waited so long to get married anyway. And why you letting Aunt Jo come? She been taking us through hell for as long as I can remember!" Jagger whined.

"She's my sister and she's been trying to do better. She understands that your dad and I are forever now. I doubt she'd sabotage my wedding, I'd beat the shit out of her." I said honestly.

Summer walked in and I smiled, my daughter was 13 and as gorgeous as ever. She was about 5'2, chocolate with kinky curly hair and unlike her Mama, she was slim as hell.

"Hey Ma, so I've decided to get my hair straightened. Uncle Aaron's girlfriend has been trying to get to my hair for the longest so I guess I can go by her shop and get it done in the morning. By the way I was thinking, Joanna being at the wedding is a bad idea. I just know she's going to try something," she said with a serious look on her face.

"Okay what's up with you and Jag? Y'all both said the same thing. I'm going to give Jo a prep talk today then. If both of you feel like she'll do something crazy, she just might." I admitted.

I walked off and went into my office and closed the door. I had stopped teaching about 5 years ago to focus on community outreach and helping sexual abuse victims.

Although it was hard, after finding out that Jo was my little sister, I dedicated myself to helping her be better, but she still wouldn't do right. She'd sabotaged birthday parties, faked pregnancies, and created numerous fake DNA test just to try to break Nick and me up. My kids literally hated being around her and my Mother did as well. However, for the love of my Father and the fact that the only dad she ever knew killed her Mother after finding out that she was his, I tried to be a constant in her life.

I unlocked my laptop and noticed that when Jo left last night, she didn't shut it down properly. When I pulled up Google Chrome, her Facebook was pulled up and immediately an angel popped up on one shoulder and the devil popped up on the other.

"Open that shit, you can't trust that bitch!" the devil whispered.

"It's not your place to snoop, you're protected by the blood.", the angel said.

Today, the devil wins. I went straight for the inbox. I scrolled and there were just a bunch of messages to men, until I scrolled by a page that was named "The Reaper" with no picture.

Joanna: I love my sister too much to let her marry that lame ass nigga. Unfortunately, her wedding day will be his death day.

The Reaper: You know I'll do whatever you want baby. I'll wait until the reception so when he dies, she can get all his money.

Joanna: Then she'll probably break me off with her naïve ass.

Rage filled my body. I felt like my organs were overheating and my head was about to explode. I rushed into my bathroom right passed Nick and locked the door. I turned on the shower to drown out my cries and fell to my knees... I felt so defeated.

It's almost like no matter how hard I try, this girl won't quit. Something has to be done about her...

NO! Something WILL be done about her.

I knew I had to tell Nick, but I didn't know when and how.

The wedding was in 2 days and everything was picture perfect, so I couldn't dare adjust the time nor date. Not only does Jo need to be handled, but so does the reaper.

Calling the police could be an option, but this shit is beyond personal now. I need to get this hoe out of our lives forever and I have 48 hours to do so.

Aaron was the only person I could go to. My brother recently got out of prison after doing 5 years on an aggravated assault charge that should have actually been attempted murder, but Nick saved his ass.

Over the years I'd changed. After the assault I was no longer the sweet, caring, soulful, soft Iman anymore. I was bitter. I was mean. I didn't mind being violent. And my brother? He didn't mind helping me.

I picked up my phone and called Aaron.

"Sis! Wazzam fool?" Aaron yelled into the phone.

"Meet me at 6 at the park, I need help. And don't be late. I have a blunt for you" I said, knowing he'd need something to make him come on time.

8 hours later

"Boy niggas and weed, I tell you. You on time? I'm proud." I said walking up to Aaron.

"Girl please, I was in the area. But wassup and give me my damn blunt." He said snatching the weed out of my hand.

"Look." I said handing him a picture of the messages.

"We killing this hoe. She not my damn sister. You the only sibling I got as far as I'm concerned." He said.

"A look, this can't be bloody. And I really wish we knew who the reaper was." I mumbled as a couple jogged by.

"Oh it's not, one of my homeboys told me she hooked on that shit. Nothing a kill her smoother than some bad dope. Let me make a few calls and it'll be handled. I'll come to the house tomorrow and let you know the status. She'll be dead before tomorrow is over. Love you." Aaron said with much thought and passion.

I gave him a hug and walked away feeling relieved. I'm fighting for what I deserve.