Blame it on him

Anderson

"Who the hell was making this much of a fucking noise at what ever time this is,"

I thought to myself while feeling the comfort of my bed beneath me, obivious for some reason, I felt like I not only over slept but I felt was going to be in a really shitty mood all day because I was getting irritated by just being awake.

What a great way to start you day…

The hammering noise eventually subsided over time, only God knows how much time it took to actually get it done or for it to stop but that was roughly the same amount of time it took for me to reminisce why I was like this and why I was feeling so irritable. I looked out the glass wall and the amount of brightness peaking through the blinds was enough to tell me it was well pass day break.

I finally turned over to look at my bed side and there was a glass of water close to my charging phone.

The whole sight looked all too familiar to me, it looked like Darla was taking care of my trying to be sober as and I could feel irrritation boiling up my nerves. I slowly turned to look around my room trying to dodge the light rays in bed which was physically impossible and for that, Growled and maybe a little bit to loud and too furious than I was supposed to.

I felt my claws pierce the through the flesh of my nails painlessly and the irritation in my grew even worse. Not caring about damaging the sheets, I sunk the claws right into the top of the sheets and making sure it went into the matterass before trying dragging it out to create a terrible mess and to satisfy my irritated spirit, a toxic spirit the males in our family inherited and pops up when ever they have done something stupid or fucked up.

At this moment, I still can't recall what exactly was the reason for the issue at hand but What I knew right now was this— Darla was standing in front of me with the door wide open in on of her hands and the other with a rolled up business sleeves. Trying not to act like the woman just scared the living crap out of me and just going for the nonchalancy, my favorite weapon to use before she gets the chance to drag me emotionally for not being mentally stable and emotionally mature.

Yes, I throw tantrums like a ten year old white girl who has been denied a strawberry shortcake, the only difference was that I left a few dead bodies liying in my wake. That was a scene my sub conscious will have to remind me of during the day, since I had no go enough reason yet as to why I was irritated, I know it couldn't be the sun light but it makes me annoyed either ways. Now back to the pissed woman in front of me.

"What the hell is happening today and why are you dressed all formal??" I asked squinting my eyes shot as I stretched to satisfactory, letting out some very sus sounds that I could careless about before sitting up.

"You done with the nonchalance?? Now kinda get yourself into the shower and look presentable in ten minutes. Hakeem's sister and her wife are both here and turns out his sister is one of the biggest firm owners in the state and She is one hell of a negotiator and I don't know if I can handle her alone. So please leave every tantrum in this room and growl the fuck not pleaseeee. I will be waiting, You got exactly ten minutes." She slammed the door without another word and I couldn't help but notice how stressed out she looked and it was only the morning. I hated that I was making life hard for her while all she was doing was covering up for my silly ass.

Hakeem…his sister??

Hakeem!!!

Hakeem was the reason why I was like this..

Last night after the encounter in