"Bro, are you fucking listening to me?" I was becoming frustrated as I leaned on my elbow looking at my brother, Logic.
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He leaned against my room door as he played in his dread locs. My brother had a short attention span, and even though he was older, I was definitely the mature one.
"You're acting like a bitch now. Get your hair done and don't know how to keep your hands out your hair," I let out, taking my anger out on him. He needed to be paying attention to what the fuck I had to say because I hated repeating myself.
He was acting like he didn't know that like we haven't been around each other our whole life.
"I'm listening nigga, damn. You said you feel bad," he spoke still playing in his hair.
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"I literally watched these niggas take a whip, and slap her with it until blood leaked from her body. Dad wants me to keep reaching out but we see what the dress did." After watching Saige for three days, it was clear that she and others were being held.
It was clear she wasn't happy, and it seemed from the other few people's mirrors I had hacked into, they weren't content with life either. I knew the same Hispanic family that the Neveah's became cordial with before the blow-up of the world, we're the same people ruling now.
I knew her parents were dead, and I knew about some of the conditions they were enduring. They weren't allowed to go outside, and it seemed like the Diablo's were running a pretty hard ship.
My father and his men were working on a plan to get them out of there, and into the outside world. It was clear they thought humanity was lost besides them.
Except for her. I kept watching her. My father had told me to try to reach out to her but making sure not to scare her, she seemed to be the only person with hope. The dress was the only thing I could think of, but that only created more harm.
I was now supposed to keep trying to get to her, on a slighter approach but I wasn't sure that was the right thing to do. He plans on going out there and tearing the place down. It was something I didn't think he had under control.
The sun over there was completely different from what we were used too. The rays burned the grass. Too many men would bring too much attention, but he wasn't trying to listen to me. He wanted to save everyone all at once.
