Cherished

~ 7 ~

"The fuck is wrong with you?," he roughly snatches me inside," and slams the door shut.

What is going on?

He quickly pulls me by the hand and pushes me into one of the guest rooms.

The door quickly shuts, leaving me alone to wonder in confusion.

Don't come out, your brother's here

I read the text from Mikey in a panic.

I should've called before I came over here.

Even though he told me not to.

Just my luck for trying to pop-up and surprise him.

I lean closer towards the door as I hear their voices pick up.

"Damn bro who was that?" Larry chuckles.

"Nobody,"

"What you got a bitch here or something?" Larry jokes.

"Nah man, it's not like that,"

"You sure?" Larry continues to laugh.

"Positive,"

My phone suddenly dings signaling that I had a text notification.

My eyes widen, scared that they might've heard it from the outside.

I immediately turned my phone on silent as I checked the notification.

We need to talk when you get home

I really don't feel like dealing with my dad tonight.

"You can get your ass out that room now," Mikey calls out.

I open the door and look around to make sure that Larry is gone.

"He's gone, chill. But why would you pop up like that?"

"Because you sounded pissed on the phone, so I thought that maybe I could surprise you,"

"Don't ever do that shit again, you don't know who I could have over here," he walks into the kitchen.

I follow behind him confused at his statement.

"Who do you usually have over here?" I tilt my head.

"That's none of your business, I'm a grown ass man,"

"Why does your attitude switch so much," I asked noticing a pattern in him switching from a completely normal to bad attitude in seconds.

"Yo shorty, you just pop up at my shit unannounced and expect me not to react. And then I already told your ass not to come over here,"

I look down in embarrassment realizing that I should have just went home in the first place.