Page 21 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree
“Is that enough?”
“It’s more than enough. Oh my God. Thank you so much.” My mother hugged me, and I made a mental note to put money in her account every month whether she got a new job or not.
When we were done cleaning the kitchen, my mother walked Brasi and I to the door. My stomach soured as I watched the reflection of me walking to the door. It was really sad that I literally hated my twin sister’s guts, but I did. When she saw me, she smirked, but when she saw Brasi behind me, her face fell, and it was my turn to smirk.
Autumn opened the door and pushed past me and Brasi. “Oh y’all having family dinners and what not, and I wasn’t invited. Typical,” she sneered.
“Autumn,” my mother’s tone had a hint of warning in it. “Don’t come over here with all that.”
“And people wonder why I act the way that I do. No one ever tried to hide the fact that they thought somehow this bitch was better than me.”
I heard the word bitch and lost it. Years of pent up anger toward my sister and her ignorant ways grabbed a hold of me and wouldn’t let go. I lunged toward Autumn and punched her in the face.
“Aubree,” my mother gasped, but I was on Autumn’s ass.
I got three punches in before she even hit me back once. I managed to toss her onto the floor and kicked her before Brasi pulled me off of her. “That’s enough man. Come on. This is your mother’s house.” He spoke directly into my ear in a soothing tone.
My chest heaved up and down as Autumn got up off the floor. With a chuckle, she wiped blood from her mouth. “You finally grew some balls, bitch. I guess you aren’t such a Miss Goody Goody after all.”
“That B word is going to be the reason I get you again. Keep trying me,” I struggled to get away from Brasi.
“Girl, who supposed to be scared of you? Walking around like you’re hot shit and you’re a whole deadbeat mom. Got rid of your kid, so you can live a fake bougie ass lifestyle.”
With her words, Brasi released me, and I flew toward her again. That time we both fell. I ended up on top of her, and I hit her in the face over and over again. Brasi let me get a good six punches in before he grabbed me again.
That time when she got up off the floor, she didn’t have anything to say.
“Autumn get out of my house, and don’t come back again until you learn how to be respectful.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about me coming back over here. It’s always the same thing. You’re having a family dinner and didn’t even tell me about it. I used my words, but she attacked me like an animal. Not once but twice, and I can’t come back over here?” Autumn stabbed her chest with her finger. “Y’all got it.”
She pushed past us and left the house. It took every ounce of restraint that I had not to lunge at her again. I wanted nothing more than to beat the brakes off her miserable ass without anyone breaking it up. All my mother could do was sigh and shake her head. Brasi let me go, and I wanted to apologize to my mother for my behavior in her house, but I couldn’t fix my mouth to do so. I wished I had done worse.
CHAPTER 10
BRASI
I exitedthe corner store of the neighborhood that I sold a lot of coke in and heard somebody calling my name. I was down to my last four ounces of coke, and I was more than ready to get them out of my possession. My YouTube channel had been up for two weeks. I had two videos posted. The first week, I told Aubree not to shout me out on any of her platforms. On my own, I got 97 views on my video in the first two days and to me that wasn’t bad. I let her shout me out the second week, and I got up to six hundred subscribers in three days. My first video was now at 812 views, and my second video was at 523 views. I was also getting some traction on social media, but I didn’t have enough followers to get my page monetized. It was motivation to keep going, however.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw a guy walking toward me, and I studied his face to see if I recognized him. The closer he got, I couldn’t recall a name, but his face looked familiar.
“Brasi, what up? You might not remember me. We were locked up together in West Hill. My name is Kyle. I was on the yellow unit.”
I bobbed my head as recognition set in. “What’s up?”
“Shit, I been hoping to run into you for about a week. My people wants to have a conversation with you. I don’t know if you know her, but her name is Anika. She used to fuck with Nice. She’s been trying to figure out a way to get in touch with you.”
My brows furrowed, and I thought back to shorty that was at the crib when I went to get the brick from him. “Why does she want to talk to me?” my guard went up instantly. I didn’t have business with her, and I doubted she had any with me.
“I’m not even sure man. Whatever it is, she wants to tell you bad, and she doesn’t want to talk over the phone. She’s staying with me out in Oak Crest apartments. I swear to God it ain’t no funny business, bro. I got a job at the post office, and I’m on my square shit. Prison is not for me, and I’m not going back.”
I eyed him skeptically. Kyle was about 5’9 and couldn’t weigh more than 160 pounds. In prison, he kept to himself. Was real quiet and shit. Word was, he was in there for numerous DUI’s. I never got the vibe that he was in the streets for real. Still, I wasn’t going to his spot with money on me or dope in my car. I was taking my gun in with me, and I was going to let Cook wait outside in the car.
“I got moves to make right now.” I continued to study him.
“It’s all good. I was off today, and I’ve just been running errands and hanging around the crib. I’ll give you my address. Whenever you stop by, if I’m not there, Kina will be.”
“Bet.”
