Knives

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Kristin Brewster

"You literally been out here your whole life and have no fucking friends

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"You literally been out here your whole life and have no fucking friends." Tristan said as I rolled my eyes. "Akekeke real funny. Bitches are fake." I said shrugging my head as walked through target.

I was currently on one of my moms errands runs and I needed someone to drive me. Tristan was the only one available so we're here now. "Let's go out tonight." He said as I looked at the different hair care products in front of me.

"Go out where?" I asked. "Well I don't know my dad has a whole fucking club." He said being sarcastic as I sucked my teeth. "I need some female company's it's been to long." He said as I fake barfed. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"Yea but she there and I'm here." He said as I shook my head. I swear I hate this generation of men they were pigs. "That's disgusting." I said rolling my eyes. Even though I was a whole 5 years older then Tristan we were still close. I'm closer to him then any of my siblings.

"Talked to Kenzie lately?" I asked as he sucked his teeth. "Nope fuck that bitch." I said turning around looking at him. "Tristian that's your sister." I said and he shrugged his shoulder. "Ain't no sister of mine." He said causing me to shake my head. Him and Mackenzie was like Gio's and I's but ten times worst.

"What ever she did this time I'm sure it was out of love." I said as he ignored me. "So we going out or what tonight?" He asked as I shrugged my head.

"I don't know man." I said and he sucked his teeth. "Excuse me sorry can you please help me get that dove that's all the way at the bottom?" The girl asked as I was about to turn around and say something smart I stopped once I noticed the big belly.

"Sure no problem how many do you need?" I asked bending down. "Just one is fine." She said as I grabbed it.

"Oh that's were you went. Left me in the fucking baby section." I heard a familiar voice causing me to look up. "Pop?" I said surprised since I haven't heard from him since we had sex which was weeks ago.

"Kristin." He said. "You guys know each other?" The girl asked looking between us as I remained quiet. "Something like that." He said which literally broke my heart. Clearing my throat I looked back at Tristan motioning my head to lets go as I pushed the cart past Pop and the girl.

"Yo K who was that?" Tristan asked as I tried hard not to cry. "Remember my boyfriend from when I was in high school?" I asked and Tristan nodded his head. "Oh shit. i thought he was locked up." He said and I nodded my head no not wanting to continue this conversation a night out wasn't sounding to bad.

Saint Brewster

"Dior didn't I tell you no more fucking cookies? You not your father listens now give me!" I said taking the cookie from Dior as she started crying

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"Dior didn't I tell you no more fucking cookies? You not your father listens now give me!" I said taking the cookie from Dior as she started crying. "But mommy." She whined as I shook my head.

"No mommy nothing. Your about to have real food. Now please stop that crying and go to your room." I said as she looked at me one last time leaving the kitchen. Taking a deep breath I went to the living to tell everyone dinner was done when I noticed Kristin was missing.

"Where's Krissy?" I asked and they all shrugged there shoulders. Rolling my eyes I went upstairs knocking on Kristin's door. Opening it up the lights and tv were all off which was odd. Kristin hated the dark. "Krissy what's wrong." I asked turning on the lights seeing her buried under the covers.

"I don't feel well." She managed to get out as I heard her sniffle. "Are you crying?" I asked pulling the covers from over her head and sure enough there was tear stains on her fast.

"What's the matter? Me and your farther aren't mad at you anymore." I said being honest with her. There was nothing we could really do with her situation. She had decided she was going to go back to school but a local college and she to wait till next semester to register for classes.

"It's not that." She said leaving me confused. "So what is it?" I asked really concerned. "Pop." She said and immediately I remember Easton telling me the other day about Kristin friend bringing the home. "Oh yes I heard Demetrius is back." I said.

"So why are you crying? You guys got into a fight." I asked and she got quiet. "Ma he has a girlfriend and she's pregnant and we had sex and he didn't tell me she was pregnant. She said and immediately I felt for her. Going under the covers with her I immediately pulled her into a hug gently massaging her head.

"I'm sorry babygirl." I said feeling her pain. Kristin was head over heels for this boy back when she was in high school. G and I both adored him because he her extremely happy even though we didn't show it. When he went away to prison it literally tore her apart and took her a long time to get pass that. Now damn near five years later she's here with the same emotions only this time he has another girl pregnant.

"I know you don't want to hear this but everything happens for a reason. Take this as a blessing from god okay? If you need anything you know me and your fathers here." I said as she nodded her head.

Sighing I got out the bed making sure to turn the lights off behind me closing the door. Going back downstairs all I heard was forks hitting the plates and slurping nosies. "Damn ya were hungry?" I asked laughing at them.

"Mommy this good!" Dior said smiling as I laughed at the bean that was stuck in her tooth.  "Where's Krissy?" G asked as I sat down at the table. "She's not feeling well." I said as he looked at me weirdly. "I'll tell you later." I whispered as he nodded his head and continued eating.

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