𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞
The banging on the door caused her to jump. Her fingers tightly clutched onto her phone as she snapped her gaze toward the locked bathroom door, her bright green neon nails clashing in the quiet space around her.
Janae groaned, losing concentration. She grabbed a roll of toilet paper that'd been sitting on the bathroom sink and sucked her teeth.
"Janae! Wipe yo ass and let's go, lil girl!" Misery yelled outside the door.
When he heard the toilet flush for the third time that evening, the man stepped back, pulling his shirt up to his nose, not wanting to smell what his sister just pushed out her bootyhole. And with his phone in his other hand, he checked the time, groaning to himself when he'd seen it'd been later than he liked.
"Come on now, Nae!"
Back in the bathroom, Janae slowly grabbed her black distressed jeans from off the marbled countertop and slid them up her dark-toned thighs. She took her time with putting her clothes back on, smiling, knowing one thing her older brother hated most was being late to anything he put a time crunch on.
Standing in front of the large, oval-shaped mirror they had hooked onto the back of the door, Janae fixed her slicked-back bun and the curly pieces of hair she had framing her face.
The curly black wig she wore had been done to perfection by the hands of herself.
Colored, plucked, glued, and styled, Janae smiled at herself one more time before Misery banged on the door once more.
"Nae! I'm not playin' with yo ass! Let's go or I'm leaving!" He yelled.
Janae scrunched her face and mocked her brother, silently laughing about it until she fell silent once the sound of his grumbles as well as his shoes harshly slapping against the floors reached her ears.
Hurriedly, Janae grabbed the rest of her things and rushed to the front door, knowing the man would actually leave her if she pressed his time any more than she already had.
Pulling the car door open and sucking her teeth, she yanked the visor down to reapply lipgloss, mugging her brother as she said, "You scared my poop away."
Misery side-eyed her. "I'on wanna hear that shit, Nae. What you want me to do, give you a laxative or sumn? And put yo seatbelt on fore you fly out this windshield lookin' like a fat ass piece of ham bouncin' on the road." Misery snickered to himself while Janae rolled her eyes and pulled her seatbelt over her body.
She popped a piece of gum into her mouth before pulling at the aux cord.
Misery glanced over at her again.
"Why you got that shirt on?" He asked. It showed more skin that what he'd usually allow.
Being her guardian and her older brother and all, he often times took her shopping but he didn't remember the shirt looking like that when she first brought it to his attention to buy. He had just thought it was a simple button-up, not one that showed the belly and only had one button covering her breast from wandering eyes.
Janae plugged her phone in and gave him a blank look. "Don't start tryna tell me how to dress, Miz."
"I'm not, I just don't 'member it lookin' like that when I bought it."
The girl scrolled through her music, popping her gum in her mouth. "You didn't. Stop actin' like you buy all my clothes all the time too."
Misery smacked his lips, side-eyeing her, "What you got a attitude for? You coulda stayed home for all that."
