He sighed lowly to himself. "I love you too though"
"You don't..." I replied.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because you screamed it to me Jay, right after we conceived our daughter. I will never forget that...." I looked at him with tears pouring dow...
"Nope. Not back then, but I still loved her because she is my blood after all. Still didn't change the fact that she was a b*tch though..." ~ :: 4:13 pm, That same day after my first day at school ::
"Go play with your toy in the living room for a minute, Diya. I'll call you back down when uncle done" he put up the fingers, making me copy him by putting up mine.
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Respecting my uncle's orders, I grabbed my Monster High doll and headed for the staircase to leave his basment. I went upstairs into the living room with Mariah instead and had no choice but to sit on the floor. She took up the whole sofa with just her legs and didn't even offer me a seat.
On the tv was Zoey 101, a show for kids her age in my opinion. It was so boring to me. "Mariah can we watch cartoons instead?" I looked at her, seeing her hogging the remote as well.
"No.."
"Why not?" I asked innocently.
"Because cartoons are dumb and for babies"
"No it is not!" I argue.
"Yeah it is, just like you're a baby. A weird one..."
"I'm not weird, I'm cool. My new best friend told me so" I said in my defense.
"Diya, I really don't care. Just shut up and play with your stupid barbies!"
"You're a bitch..." I turned my head.
"What did you just say?!"
"You're a bitch!" I repeated myself, not knowing the trouble that could get me in😣
"I'm telling Chaz! You can't say that"
"I don't care" I pout, watching her go downstairs.
Just a few seconds later, I heard "Diya! Come down here please" from my uncle.
Sucking my teeth, I stood up and made way back down to the basement. Once there, I saw him now off the phone and my sister standing right there next to him and folding her arms, smiling.
"What did you call Mariah?" he asked me.
"N-nothing..." I lied, looking away from the guilt.
