Chapter 2

Kiara

Flashback*

I open the door to my apartment to find Jordan's clothes scattered all over the living room carpet. "Ugh, not again," I mutter, picking them up and carrying them to the hamper in the bedroom.

And then all of a sudden, I hear something that stops me dead in my tracks. I can't move or speak as the sounds of pleasure echo through the hallway from my bedroom.

"Oh Jordan, give it to me harder!" I hear a feminine voice shout.

It sounds like my sister's voice, but it couldn't be. Lavender has done some fucked up shit in the past, but she wouldn't cross the line like this.

"Yes baby, you feel so good," my boyfriend grunts, "I love you so much, Lav."

Oh fuck no!

I barge through the door to find Lavender naked on all fours with Jordan pausing mid-stroke to stare at me in shock. He's behind her, his body dripping with perspiration. "Oh shit, Kiara, I thought you were at work!"

I furrow my brows, continuing to stand in the doorway, as I process the disgusting scene in front of me. I toss Jordan the clothes in my hand as Lavender slips on the dress discarded on the floor.

This can't be my sister, it just can't be. There has to be another female in this city with purple and black braids, who looks exactly like me, and has "Daddy's slut" tatted on her lower back.

Jordan and I have been dating for two years. Two years of my fucking life flushed down the toilet. He took my virginity. I proudly introduced him to my family. I let him move in and live with me. Three months ago, he lost his job, but I gave him grace and let him stay here even though he hasn't been doing shit but playing video games.

Around the same time, my sister got out of jail for beating the shit out of some chick at the strip club she worked at. My parents refused to let her move back in with them and she had nowhere else to stay, so I stupidly let her stay with us while she got back on her feet.

So no, this must be a nightmare. They wouldn't do this to me. I've been too nice, way too fucking nice to deserve this.

"How long has this been going on?" I hiss through clenched teeth.

"Uh, I don't know," Jordan answers, nervously tugging on one of his dreadlocks.

"Two years." I snap my attention to Lavender. The little slut has a smirk on her face.

Ever since we were kids, I was the "nerd" and she dropped out of school as soon as it was legal. My parents are decent people, but she just couldn't stop herself from getting in trouble. Whatever Lavender wants, Lavender gets. I just didn't think she would go this far and hurt me. I've always been there for her, always defended her even when she was in the wrong, and this is the thanks I get from my little sister?

My blood boils in my veins as I glare at her. "Why..why would you do this to me?" My voice quivers, but I keep my head held high. Even though my heart is breaking, I won't let either of them see me cry.

The smirk stays plastered on her face. "Because I'm tired of living in your shadow. You are Mom and Dad's shining little star and they act like I'm their biggest disappointment. Well, look at me now, sis! I've been fucking your boyfriend behind your back for two years, and he loves it. Every time I'm out of jail, he runs to me." She wraps her arm around Jordan's waist. "Tell her what you told me, baby. Tell her that you think she's boring and I make you feel so much better than she can."

Her words are salt in my wounds, but I continue to hide the unbearable pain now searing through my body.

My now ex-boyfriend refuses to meet my gaze. "Kiara, I...I can explain," he murmurs.

"Explain what?" I snap. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't say what she said you did!"

"I...I can't."

I nod my head up and down, laughing hysterically. "Okay then."

Walking out of the room, I throw the door open to the hall closet and pull the black case from the shelf. I unlock it and pull out the Glock 19, popping in the preloaded magazine and switching off the safety.

With my finger on the trigger, I return to the room to find them sitting on edge of the bed, my bed, casually holding each other.

Jordan's eyes widen with panic as he looks down at the weapon in my hand. "K-Kiara, what are you doing with that?" he stammers. They both hold up their hands defensively. "Kiara, we can talk about this," he continues in a pleading voice.

Those brown eyes that I adore, well up until twenty minutes ago, are now filled with terror and regret.

I hold the gun at my side. "Nah, I'm boring, remember? You have a degree in fucking accounting, Jordan! Tell me what's so exciting about your life?" I sneer. And you," I pause to glare at my whorish sister, "you better go beg Mom and Dad for a place to stay because you'll no longer be residing here starting today."

She has the audacity to roll her eyes. "Kiara, stop being so dramatic. Put the gun down and we can talk about this like adults."

Did she think she was acting like an adult when she was fucking my boyfriend for "revenge"?

"Baby, I love you. This was just a mistake. I don't even know how this started. I just..."

"Just what, Jordan? Tripped into her vagina?" I'm sure the neighbors can hear me shouting, but I don't give a fuck. I feel numb, but somehow I can still feel the weighed gun in my hand. My finger itches to pull the trigger.

I just want them gone.

Out of my life forever.

"I'm done talking. I'm going to give you both until the count of five to get the fuck out of my apartment before I blow your brains all over the wall."

The way I'm feeling right now, it's not just a threat. It's a promise.

"Kiara-"

I cut him off. "Five...four."

They scramble towards the door and I follow them with the gun pointed towards their backs.

"Three!"

"Let's go Lav, she needs some time to cool off," I hear Jordan tells her, but his voice sounds distant. Blood pumps loudly in my ears, my entire body burning with rage.

"Two! And leave the keys!"

They throw on their shoes, tossing their keys on the kitchen island before darting out the door. The door slams shut, leaving me utterly alone.

I'm able to put the safety back on and place the gun in its case before the emotions erupt from me like a violent storm. I slump to the floor, my vision blurred from the never ending stream of tears.

End of flashback*

That was three days ago, and I still haven't been able to sleep in my apartment. Instead, I've been sleeping in my car to avoid going home.

For Jordan to cheat on me was one thing, but to defile my apartment, the place I felt safe and comfortable in, is unforgivable. Why couldn't he fuck her in a hotel room? Oh yeah, because they're both broke bums.

I can't even look in my bedroom without seeing him and my sister together. It's fucking torture, and I can't wait for my lease to be up next month so I can move. I'm content sleeping in my car until then.

After Candy and I say our goodbyes, I reluctantly pull into the parking garage of my apartment. Thinking about the incident again has fresh tears falling, and I use my new sanctuary that is my car to fall apart again.