Page 11 of Beautiful Harmonies

Her mind wasn’t mature enough to handle shit though. She was spoiled, and it was my fault. I gave her access to too much too early. At this point, I could take money away from her, but she would still find someone else to fund her activities. That would only make shit worse. She was very irresponsible and tookeverything like it was a joke. That shit irritated me to no end. All I could do was pray for her and hope God was hearing me.

I sent a text to Kamari, simply saying good morning an hour ago, but she was probably sleeping in. She got home late last night. Although she left LA early, she chilled out with her friends for their last day off and didn’t make it home until early this morning. She’d made time to talk to me for an hour though. I appreciated that.

I couldn’t believe I revealed so much of myself to her at once. It was like I was an open book. Had she had more time, we would have talked for hours. I ordered some flowers yesterday to be delivered to her today. I had to get my manager to go through her manager to get her home address. I wanted to pop up on her in Lafayette, but I didn’t want to have her side-eyeing me.

After I got my shit to the door, Mi’Junae came in looking high as hell. Before I could stop myself, I jacked her ass against the wall. “Mi! What the fuck? This what the fuck we do now? What’chu on?”

“Chill out, bruh! I just smoked weed.”

“You sure? How much did you smoke?”

“Just one joint! Why you tripping?”

“Because we have to get on a fucking flight! We need to be out of here and at the airport in an hour!”

There was no way we were going to make it on time. I was going to have to get our flight rescheduled. She had better be glad I didn’t have anything coming up that I needed to get out of here for. I walked away from her, and she went to the bathroom. When I heard the shower start, I really wanted to go in there and fuck her lil ass up.

I called my manager to tell him of my dilemma. “Is there a flight for later today?”

“Yeah, but I can assure you that you don’t want that shit. I don’t know why you didn’t fly privately. The earliest I see istomorrow morning. So you gon’ have to get another night where you are.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh, and umm… your sister is all over the internet.”

I closed my eyes. “Tell me.”

“It’s a sex video.”

“I’ma kill her ass.”

“It may be a case for rape though, man. She is clearly high as fuck in the video. You can’t see who the man is in the video, but you can clearly see her face.”

“She in there taking a fucking shower, so we’ll never know. Man, shit! Call me back with the details. I gotta go.”

I ended the call and stepped into the hallway to try to calm down. If Mi was drugged, I was never letting her out of my sight again. If she couldn’t come with me, one of my guards would be babysitting her ass. She was too trusting of niggas. If it was that FAAFO nigga, I would be going to jail. I wouldn’t stop until my hands were wrapped around his fucking neck.

As I paced back and forth, my phone chimed. I lifted it to see a message from Kamari. I stopped pacing, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down for a moment. I unlocked my phone and entered our thread to see her message.

Good morning! You are probably at the airport by now. Be careful! Call me when you land and get situated.

Instead of waiting, I called her now. When she answered, I could hear that she’d just woken up. Her voice was significantly lower, and it was raspy. “Hello?”

“Good morning, beautiful. My flight had to get changed. I won’t leave until tomorrow.”

“Oh wow. Did your flight get canceled?”

“No. Mi’Junae got into some shit that I’m still trying to figure out. She’s high as hell right now. I’m gonna have to wait for her to sober up before I can find out though.”

“Oh my goodness. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. So I’ll be in this room all day with her… fighting, I’m sure. She swears she’s grown, but she’s hella irresponsible. I know that shit is my fault, but damn.”

“You did the best you could raising her. Parenting doesn’t come with a manual, and you got thrown into it with a teenager, not a newborn. So that’s not your fault. I never asked, but I didn’t want to pry.”

“What’s that?”

“Is your father around?”

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