Tragedies of the Loved (Sequel to Memories of the Loved)

Secret Conversations

Chapter 12; Secret Conversations

King

"MARCEL! MARCEL!" I shouted after the enraged Marcel storming towards his apartment. He was beyond pissed to the extent even I don't know what he was capable of right now -and I've known the nigga for how long- A furious Marcel and add him being high into the equation and you're definitely fucked.

"Nigga! You needa calm down, it's 2 am in the damn morning and Maria is prolly sleeping, maybe even worried about yo ass!" I tried reasoning with him but that shit ain't do nothing.

Marcel was in front his door but I was miles behind. I rushed into their hallway while Marcel was screaming a bunch of cusses. He started shaking his head and pacing around, "fuck this shit. Like I swear shut the fuck up King! This bullshit can't be stopped!"

Marcel needed to be calm in this situation, his 14 year old sleeping sister was upstairs but his 18 year old ass is screaming the place down. These two were always together with each other's backs but he was becoming a mess.

"Aye, calm..." I said, as Marcel started to slowly control his anger. I waited a few seconds to see how he'll react.

BANG!

I blinked again and again, to make sure that the big hole in the wall wasn't just something I was imagining neither the sound of the stairs creaking slightly, then I saw Maria at the end of the staircase who was in shock to see 'Marcie' do this. He was still breathing heavily so I could tell he was still deeply frustrated.

"Marcie..." Maria whispered before Marcel froze in his spot then slowly turned towards Maria. Instantly, he kept his cool and smiled to Maria, she was the only thing he had left since their parents had died, his only hope and the only relationship he hadn't completely fucked up "Maria, go to sleep." Maria shook her head, slightly worried.

"I said go to bed!" Marcie now said sternly, making Maria jump slightly, "don't worry about me okay" Marcel smiled.

Maria slowly smiled back then walked upstairs, but you could tell she was hesitant "goodnight." After a few seconds, her door softly closed. I turned to Marcel, who brushed his hand across his face in anger, his eyes still bloodshot.

He walked towards the front door and opened it, "goodnight King" I looked at him like he was crazy. To hell I was going home at no 2am, and with the state he was in I wasn't exactly gonna leave him alone either "Nah, goodnight and all but I'm sleeping on your couch. Yo ass can go sleep in your room." Marcel tried not to smile but he couldn't help but chuckle.

He strolled to his room then closed his door while I laid down on the couch.

Yeah, Marcel is looking out for Maria because they're blood but I can't leave a brother like that. He cares deeply for Maria and he deserves the same amount of loyalty from a brother.

Marcel

I crept out of my bedroom door and paused for a few seconds to listen out for any noises that could tell me if anybody was awake. Once I was certain that everybody was asleep I made my way downstairs. My eyesight was a bit hazy and my head was pounding as hard as if I was being continuously punched, head first, into a wall. Nevertheless I stumbled my way down the steps and across the living room behind the sofa to avoid waking King. He snorted a little and I couldn't help but smile to myself, holding in the laughs.

I got to the door and opened it as slowly as possible to make sure the lock didn't make too much noise. I walked a couple of steps away from the house until I felt somebody staring at me. I looked back and found afro dude staring at me through the blinds of his bedroom window. I chuckled to myself, brushed it off and kept on walking. Haha, hatin ass nigga getting jealous coz I'm the main man in Maria's life he tryna be. Pfffff, he ain't got nu'n on dis.