- cinira 'nyiah' brooks' pov | chapter thirty-three (33)
- october 29th 2022 | lil peep - halloween
today saturday and on saturdays, daddy order domino's. i know a person might find eating domino's every saturday boring as hell but i don't find it boring as hell and that's 'cause when daddy order domino's, he order different stuff.
like, last saturday we had pasta primavera and the saturday before that we had bbq wings and stuffed cheesy bread.
daddy ordered meat lovers pizza tonight though and i don't really like it, but i'll eat it. i don't feel like eatin' shit else.
"i'ma be out tonight," i announce. even though everybody at the table, i really only said it to daddy.
daddy look at me from his spot across the kitchen island. "out?" he asks, chewing on a piece of his slice. "where?"
i shrug, immediately deciding that i don't wanna give him too much information.
mom literally right here. if she hear i'm pullin' up at aaliyah party, she probably gon' say something to daddy. "this girl from school invited me to her party,"
"this girl from school?" aniyah snickers. "girl, why you ain't just say it's fallon? you act like you know people-"
"unt un." daddy shake his head as soon as he hear fallon name. "no, nyiah. hell no. if it's fallon's party, you can't go. ms. jefferson from down the street told me that girl was fast. that's why she stopped lettin' her daughter, tatiana, hang out with her. all that damn drinkin', smokin', a-and getting into fights.." he shake his head again at the simple thought of me being around her and around the shit she do.
i wonder what he gon' do if find out i've done way worser.
"and nyiah, i been told you that you don't need to be hangin' around her. she a bad influence, i told you that."
"no 'cause see, now you doing too much, daddy. it's not even her party." i tell him.
all i can hear is the shit fallon was tellin' me that day we argued in the bathroom. all that shit about how daddy never be lettin' me out the house, how he never be lettin' me have fun, how he always being overprotective.
i hate to even think this shit - but she might be a li'l right.
when daddy around, he always got a problem with shit. i hate that. i hate explaining myself to him.
i hate having to do stuff i don't wanna do but having to do it anyway just because my damn daddy said i had to do it. i love him and stuff, but i like when he not around.
aniyah smile as she looks at me. i like when her ass not around either. just her being around makes my head hurt.
"then whose party is it?" she asks and i turn my face up 'cause bitches always be in the conversation.
bitches wanna be involved so bad and that's so irritating.
so i make it known that she irritating. my jaw clench and i jab my finger at her with every word i say. "anyiah, you keep talkin' and i'ma pour draining fluid down yo throat while you asleep-"
"cinira!" daddy exclaims with wide eyes, lookin' at me like i'm crazy. "what the hell wrong with you? you don't talk to yo sister like that! that's yo damn sister!"
