Lost.

13.

KIMBERLY.

"I mean, I wanna tell him but I know dis nigga will lose it." I told Jhasi and Prairie as we walked out of the bathroom.

Yes, we all went in together. If you have close friends then you know how shit goes. There's privacy but there isn't. And I loved it.

"You should try to bring it up tonight. If you're ready. You have us for support, and besides, I don't think he'll lash out with us all here." Prairie suggested. I nodded.

I think I am ready to tell my brother all about my situation. I don't know how he'll react, so that's why I been hesitant to tell him the truth. But shit, life is too short to be keeping secrets. Meq could come kill my ass today and nobody except for my two friends and Bryson would know what led to it.

"Who cookin? I got a bunch of different shit." Von said when we finally walked back into the living room.

"Kim you feel like it?" Jhasi said as fast as Von had stopped talking. Everybody agreed within a few seconds.

"I hope she do. I'm hungry as hell." Prairie called out, after she sat her phone down.

"Aye, Kimberly. Let me holla real quick," Von said as he looked up at me. I got up and followed him outside.

"What's dis I hear bout dis nigga you fuckin' wit puttin his hands on you?" Von asked me.

I quickly looked up at him. He nodded his head at me, confirming that he already knew what was going on in my relationship. I looked away, ashamed.

"Well. We both play a huge part in it but yea.. we fight from time to time."

"What you mean y'all fight?" He asked me.

I quietly sighed as I picked up my phone and looked over at Von. I went to my photos and clicked on a folder I had made, handing the phone to my brother.

"I mean we fight." I said.

I watched as his face changed into pure disgust, as he slid left, looking at the pictures of bruises Meq had gave me. There were flicks of black eyes, busted lips, bruises on my body, and just overall the results of most of our fights.

"Why you ain't tell me bout it?" Von asked as he handed me back my phone.

"I don't know, Von. I just didn't want you getting involved." I said as Bryson walked outside. I turned my head.

"You outta here?" Von asked his friend.

"Hell naw. I'm fina sit ina car for a minute." Bryson said as he got into his car. My brother nodded his head.

"When the last time he hit you?" Von asked me.

"I don't know. A few weeks ago?"

"Quit actin dumb, Kimberly. Fuck you mean you don't know? Why you ain't been tell me dis shit?" My brother asked again, beginning to show his frustration.

"If you gone start cursin and shit, we can end the conversation now." I simply said.

I hate when Von curse or even yell at me; my feelings be so damn hurt. I know he gets frustrated and shit but i'm lows sensitive as hell, for no reason. Especially when it came to my older brother getting mad at me.

The only thing I hate worse than him yelling at me is when I feel like he's mad at me. My brother is literally my heart so when I even think he's upset or disappointed with me or a decision I made, I can't handle it.

Von got up and walked into the house. I got up and followed him. "Gone somewhere, Kim. Fuck on wit da dummy shit before you piss me off, real talk." He said.