Song- IDFWU by Big Sean ft. E-40

Aaron.

Clara is gone, gone out of our lives without even informing us.

I guess I deserved that.

I sighed sadly.

I missed her. Every time we would fallout, but she's my sis. These things ain't rare.

I just hadn't expected her to say that. Those words, they fuckin stung.

You said some dumb things too bruh.

I should apologize to her. I mean she was right, I was being too damn overprotective. I know that she hates that.

But I'm looking out for her. I'm doing what Dad never did for her, for us.

When he decided to marry that witch, I decided to protect her. It wasn't easy, because that woman would always find some little excuse to try to raise her hands on Clara.

But she should at least put herself in my shoes. She got kidnapped by a man and forced to be engaged to him. I was just trying to protect her. What if it happened again?

What if that's why she didn't come back home?

I sighed and opened the door.

Mel was sprawled on the sofa changing the channels.

"No."

"No."

"Sports? Ugh!"

I chuckled. She would always change the channels until something caught her eye.

"Holy shit!"

I locked the door behind me and sat down.

"Hey babe whatcha wat-" I said, but stopped when I saw what she was looking at.

There Clara was on TV with some young white guy. He was holding her hand, having her sign on something.

I read the headlines: 'Martin heir introduces fiancée to media with company takeover"

She was smiling, she was happy.

And I was just feeling guilty.

Mel saw that look in my eyes and turned off the TV.

"Why'd ya turn it off? Turn it on!"

"Aaron..." she started.

"No! Turn it on! I want to see just how happy she is! I want you to see just how happy she is!" I yelled

Mel sighed, turning on the TV. Clara was giving some speech about love.

Had she lost it?

She was on TV talking about loving her kidnapper!

Then it clicked: Clara was a grown woman. She could make decisions on her own, no matter how stupid they were.

She didn't need her brother.

I walked away and went upstairs to our room.

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I sat on the bed scrolling through some of the pictures we had taken. There was one of us when we were little. Clara was lying down on the pile of leaves that I raked up and I was holding the rake with an impish look on my face. I smiled remembering that day.

I was 8. Every time I raked the leaves into a pile, Clara would run and jump around in the leaves. Mom saw us outside and took out her camera. I got fed up and raked it up one last time. She lay down on the leaves, smiling proudly and I was just looking at her, smiling.

My baby sister.

The moment I learnt my responsibilities as a son, I promised to protect Clara. I may not earn much money, but Clara, she's my wealth. I wanted to be the one to pay for her wedding dress, shoulder her expenses.

I never wanted her to have to depend on any man.

Which was why, on her birthday, I was gonna give her the money I've been saving for her.

I've kept it in the bank (of course). I was saving since Mom died and realized that Dad was never gonna do anything for her. I worked and I saved. The jobs were nowhere near decent, but they paid well.

So far, there's $20,000 in that account. And it's all hers.

But now, she's going to get married.

To someone I hardly know.

I threw the bookshelf across the room.

Why would she do that?

The least she could've done was call!

You pissed her off, why should she call?

I sighed. If she pissed me off, would I call?

Hell naw!

I picked up my phone and dialled her number.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello." came a male voice.

What the...

"Hello. Where's Clara?" I asked.

"Who you talking about?"

I was getting angry. "Nigga don't play smart with me. This is Clara's phone."

"Call this number again and you are dead!"

I heard some footsteps.

I rolled my eyes. How dare Clara let some white boy answer her phone giving empty threats?

I heard some cussing in the background.

"Why'd you answer my damn phone!"

"It was ringing and-"

"And what? My phone is my phone! Who was on the phone?"

"Some man."

Silence.

"Leave me alone for a few minutes."

"Okay, take your time."

"Aaron, I..."

"No, I understand. Sure, let some stranger talk anyhow to your brother!"

"Aaron..."

"No! Fuck it, I don't wanna hear anymore!"

"List-"

I cut the phone off and threw my phone across the room.

Mel came running in. "Bae what's wrong?"

"We are no longer related to Clara."

She sighed, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Baby you don't mean that."

"I mean every single word. We never met her we never knew her. If you can't comply then whatever."

I stormed out of the room.

She can pose with white boy.

She can love him all she wants.

He kidnapped her.

But if she wanna treat him like a lover.

Then I don't fuck with her.

Fuck apologies.
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*Runs in to see Kitty near red button*

Me: Kitty, my darling, my meowy...

Kitty: *hisses*

Me: *flinches* Well damn, be mad at me, just don't press that red button.

Kitty: Meow.

Me: I know I starved you. I'm sorry. *goes down on knees* Please don't press that button.

Kitty: Meow...?

Me: *gets up* You don't know what it does? It releases new chapters through bombs.

Kitty: *cocks head*

Me: Don't you dare...

Kitty: *evilly* Meow...

Me: *lunges for button* NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kitty: *presses button*

*Big explosion*

Me: Dammit Kitty, now what will I write this weekend?

Kitty: Meow.

Me: Oh right, it is the weekend.

Kitty: Meow....

Me: Thank you for what? You blew up my house you moron.

Kitty: *rolls eyes* Meow.

Me: Fuck you too *shows middle finger*

*looks at readers*

Oh hi there!

BOOM!

Explosion!

I know it's Friday!! And officially the start of #UPFTW (Updates For The Weekend)

*sings*

Love me love me, say that you love me.

Kitty: Meow.

Me: I thought I told you to- *looks up at last statement to Kitty* never mind! Go away!

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Bleh, you on ma side then...

Ta ta!

-Safisha