𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕖(Book 1)

𝙰𝚌𝚝 𝟷𝟿

*Day 2*

❌TW:Abuse❌

Jameer and I snuck out of our room and quietly listened to King and Yasmine's argument.
"What do you mean Tyriek had to come?" We heard Yasmine say through the door.
Now I've been hearing about this Tyriek character from him all day. Everytime his mom calls it's something about Tyriek. "My mom is planning on going on a retreat and we have no one else willing to watch him for the rest of the week."
"But this is Egypt and Aiyden's birthday trip. A kid can't come."
Before I could catch myself "I know that's right" slipped from my mouth and was quickly followed by a shush from Jameer. I guess it wasn't loud enough for them to hear because the argument continued.
"But bae, it's also my son."
Jameer and I both froze in complete shock. King has a whole child that no one knows about. Maybe I misheard and he said cousin or something. But there is no way in hell he just said that it was his son.

Before we could fully process it we heard footsteps headed to the door and we bolted to our room and quickly shut the door.

Once our adrenaline died down Jameer was the first to speak his mind.
"Zahur you better not say nothing." He said to me in warning tone.
"Now why would I go run back and say something to them. I don't even want to talk to them anymore. And plus somebody ass finna have to come clean since he bringing that lil mf here." I spat back at him
"Why don't you wanna speak to them anymore?" He asked in a intrigued tone while laying on my stomach and rubbing it.
"Because everybody in this bitch hiding something. I don't understand why they couldn't handle all the secrets before we got here. Because once the secrets start coming out, shits going to hit the fan hard as hell and the trip is going to be ruined."
Sensing my change in emotion, Jameer began hugging me and buried my face in his chest. He knows that I don't like getting upset. Anything that makes me cry when it doesn't go right means I'm very passionate about it. And even so I've just never been an emotional person. But I am very passionate about my feelings. So anytime I cry or get upset it goes to an extreme. It could go from me crying to me trying to fight anyone who is making me mad. What? I'm a Taurus. It's just the earth sign in me. But that is why I always joked around as a kid. To avoid dealing with my trauma.

Once I pulled myself together Jameer asked me why do I always fight my emotions as hard as I do. He knows about my temper, but he doesn't know what caused it to be like that. So I explained it to him.

The abuse from my dad began when we were kids. It started when I was about five, which made Egypt seven and Ahmad four. We don't know what caused it but he just flipped all of a sudden. It first started with the abuse against my mom. And then it went from that to abusing us. Egypt would often barricade the three of us in a room just to escape from him. And when Jordan came it stopped for a little bit. But when it started again it was aimed more at Egypt. Which is why he and Jordan would often runaway. But they always came back for me and Ahmad. Honestly sometimes I wish they never would have come back. I hated seeing my brother go through the stuff that he did. But once he started fighting back a lot of stuff changed for all of us.  Although, throughout my child hood the abuse wasn't always constant. My dad is a drug lord and he would often leave town for a few months at a time if the city started getting too hot. His associates knew nothing about his home life but was always and still is overprotective of my brothers and I. I'm pretty sure if they knew then my dad would've been dead by now.

Jameer didn't say anything as I explained it all to him. I'm lucky to have someone that listens to me and doesn't try to downplay what I say. He just held me until I got it all out.

I quickly became exhausted after releasing everything. I fought my sleep hard because I wanted to be up with Jameer. I guess he knew that because he whispered in my ear "go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere."  I fell asleep almost instantly.

That's what I mean when I say I can't sleep without him. If he's not next to me then I'm going to fight my sleep. He's just been my comfort every since we started dating in middle school. (Although no one knew we were dating except for Isis.) Days that he couldn't come over( days that my dad was home) we would fall asleep on the phone. Or sometimes if he couldn't talk then I would just cry myself to sleep.

I know I'm messed up. But I'm truly trying hard to heal. I just wish it would happen sooner.