MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

Culpability

Kingston POV

I rushed in Leel's office trying to catch my breath.

But the guilt wouldn't let me. I took a seat taking an attempt to try to ease my breathing again but it just wasn't working.

Ciauna. I didn't forget about her. I would never forget about her.

I leaned my head back closing my eyes imagining her.

She finally got her braces off. She dyed her hair. She even wears makeup now.

And don't get me started on her body.

"My god," I whispered rubbing my face.

She has gotten more thicker.

Her hips are more fuller now.

Her ass is more plumper.

She always knew how to drive me crazy.

"His sister, HIS FUCKING SISTER," I screamed standing up beating on the table!

I knew that I was going to have to face her but not this soon.

Who am I kidding? I was hoping that I'll run into her because maybe just maybe she'll forgive me. But all that nearly just flew out the window.

Damn I need a blunt. My nerves are going crazy right now.

I walked behind Leel desk searching in his drawers.

I shook my head seeing nothing but folders and papers.

"Fuck," I screamed closing my eyes!

Taking deep breaths, I gripped the desk trying to keep my balance.

I made my way back in front of the desk sitting back down.

I looked back hearing the door open.

I seen that it was Leel.

He walked in slamming the door.

He took a seat sitting his gun on the table.

We sat in silence as he tapped something on his phone.

"So you not gonna say anything," Leel said putting his phone face down on the table.

"Nigga, What the fuck you want me to say? That I'm sorry that I almost shot your sister."

I didn't mean to sound harsh but what the actual fuck did he expect me to say, I was also shocked.

I can't help that I didn't recognize her ass.

He clenched his teeth massaging his temples.

"I didn't even know it was her," I spoke again.

"You know how I am about my sister bruh," he said clearing his throat.

"And it's taking everything in me right now not to put my fucking hands on you boy," he said standing up.

"Put your hands on me? Hold it now buddy," I laughed.

"I just told you that I didn't know that it was your sister. I would had never did that if I knew that it was Ciauna. You know this shit," I said growing mad.

I'm tired of people trying to make me out to be the bad person. Like I'm just a monster or some.

Cut the bullshit.

"You need to be held accountable for your actions. You almost killed my sister dude. Mi maldita hermana. You know she's all I got left," he said lowering his voice.

Translation- My fucking sister

I just wanted to scare her. I wasn't gonna actually kill her. I'm not that type of person.

"I'm sorry," I said feeling guilty all over again.

I looked up to see that his eyes were watering.

He was hurt and he couldn't even hide it.

I feel so bad.

Why am I always being a fuck up?

I just can't stop messing shit up.

There's only two times I seen Leel cry.

At his dad and at Lonzo's funeral.

"You need to be aware of the stuff you do. You have to stop being so careless at time's," he said sitting back down.

"I know and I'm sorry," I agreed trying to end the conversation.

I know he's not talking about me being careless. When he kills without thinking all the time. He sounds just like my dad.

How the fuck you're trying to give me a lecture about thinking before I do something and you don't even do it.

Like get the fuck up out here.

"Don't be sorry, be better. Lonzo would be so disappointed in you right now," he shook his head.

Is he fucking serious right now? Everytime I make one mistake, they alway wanna bring up my brother. I can't never get a break.

"Stop," I said shutting him talking out.

I looked back up at him watching his lips move as he continued to talk saying a lot of bullshit that I didn't give a fuck about.

"You know what? Fuck this, I'm gone."

I raised up out my seat leaving his office

"Run away from your problems like you always do," I heard Leel scream as I continued to walk away!

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"Fuck up"

"I hate you"

"You will never be my first choice"

"You're weak"
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All the things my mom used to say to me came dashing back to me.

I was only a child and that bitch treated me like shit.

She was supposed to be my protector but she was the complete opposite.

I was never enough for her. I was just a burden that she can criticize whenever she feels like it.

I was so happy the day she died.

"Who's nothing now mom," I whispered chuckling.

I grabbed my head stumbling across the floor. I rushed to a wall holding onto it.

I huffed slowly making my way to the exit of the club.

"You're alright sir," Marcus, the security guard asked?

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm just heading home," I responded in a tight lip smile.

"Ok sir, be safe," he smiled.

I nodded, making my way to my car-entering it. I closed the door taking a breath of relief resting my body.

I looked down at my hands watching them shake.

I just need something to ease my nerves just a little.

I searched my glove compartment looking for my lean.

I looked in the backseat seeing that it was laying on the right side of the seat. I grabbed the sprite bottle taking a sip.

I tilted my head back feeling the lean taking it's affect instantly.

I sat in silence as I took another sip. I cranked my car up letting my seat back.

I hooked my phone up to the aux playing "Chanel" by "Baby Smoove pulling off.