Third person POV-
"Kyle. I think I want to go home for Thanksgiving this year."
Kyle looked at Delilah confused. They were laying down on Delilah's small dorm bed. Her fathers had offered to get her an apartment while she went to school but she declined multiple times. She didn't want to be a bother to her parents. They had explained multiple times that she wouldn't be a bother, they had more than enough money to support her.
"We always go home."
Delilah gave him a small smile. Her boyfriend was so oblivious.
"Like to my family, I want to go see my dads and brother."
Kyle then understood what she meant. He didn't know exactly why she was confirming this with him. She could do whatever she wanted. He's not the boss of her. They only ever went to his house because his family would invite them and she would say she wanted to go there instead of home.
"Oh, okay."
"I'm sorry if you're upset."
Kyle only laughed as he repeatedly kissed Delilah's cheek which made her push him away after the seventh one.
"Why would I be mad?"
Delilah shrugged her shoulders. She had been pushing her family away. She just didn't feel like going home she missed her dads and brother though. Even on the holidays when she went to visit she never really thought to take the ten minute ride to her house. It took for Messiah to call for her to make up her mind and go home this year.
"I love you, Delilah."
She smiled at her boyfriend. This was a daily thing. Kyle had said 'I love you' three months into their relationship. Delilah told him she wasn't ready to say the three words back and Kyle completely understood. He still does. But now he was started to worry that Delilah didn't like him at all.
Kyle brought his hand to Delilah's hair and started to trace her curls around his fingers.
"Kyle it's not that I don't l-"
Kyle cut her off. He already knew what she was going to say. She was going to try to explain that she wasn't ready to say it and Kyle would listen as she absent mindlessly repeated herself.
"Okay Delilah. I understand, when you're ready to say it you can."
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"Go get the door."
Messiah ignored Justus words as he kept kissing his husband. Justus sighed against Messiah's lips as he started to careless about the door and more about Messiah who was kissing down his neck.
When Messiah's hand snuck down the front of his husbands pants, Justus closed his eyes throwing his head back. That was short lived. He annoyingly opened his eyes hearing the doorbell ring crazy.
"Who the fuck is at my door?" He mumbled.
Messiah sighed dramatically when Justus pushed him away. Justus laughed sitting up on the bed. "Siah, go get the door."
Messiah huffed walking to the downstairs bathroom to wash his hands first and then he made his way to the door. He slightly fixed his annoyed face before he opened it with his usual smile that he gave almost everybody.
When the door opened he looked down at the person standing there. It took a while for him to identify the person and his smile immediately dropped. He wondered if it was actually her or not. She still looked exactly the same. The only thing that made her appear 'different' were the horrific burns on her once beautiful, soft, brown skin. He couldn't see all of the burns due to the sweater but he saw enough.
"Hi, baby brother."
Messiah only starred at his older sister.
"Is that how you greet you're older sister? Messiah I'm disappointed. I haven't seen you in seventeen years." She pouted.
"Mayla?"
"You thought I was dead, huh? You thought your boyfriend killed your only sister and you just went and had a happy life with him." She whispered stepping a bit closer.
"Mayl- you tried to kill me, the things you did to Delilah. I-"
"It's not fair Messiah!" She yelled then closed her eyes. When she spoke again she was quiet.
"You got everything you ever wanted- you had Shana and you pushed her away. All she wanted was to have a relationship with you. Then she finally acknowledged me and Justus ruined it. Now she's dead. Her and Ten are dead."
"Mayla, you were my sister. You picked her over me I never put anyone over you."
"That's a lie. You put your boyfriend over me and pushed me away."
Messiah shook his head no. He didn't put Justus over Mayla and he wasn't pushing her away he was only giving her space. He was waiting for her to realize that the pressure she was putting on him to be with Shana was unnecessary.
"Your boyfriend made us watch as he did horrible things to Ten. Then he tried to burn us to death. I was the only one to make it out alive. Messiah I loved you, you were my baby brother but you made it so hard! All you had to do was listen and everything would be okay right now."
Messiah never knew exactly what Justus had did to the three. When he had asked Justus brushed it off not saying anything. All Messiah knew was that Justus did in fact kill them.
That's when he noticed Mayla reaching into the pocket of her oversized hoodie, that he identified as one of the many hoodies he had brought her, and pull out a gun. His eyes flicked back and forth between the gun and his once sane sister. He wondered what he had did wrong for their bond to go down hill in such little time.
"I met your son. Or at least he claimed to be yours. Did your boyfriend go off and get a girl pregnant?"
Messiah stood there not explaining it. He knew Mayla would most likely shoot him soon and if Justus were to come down any second he would most likely end up in jail and he didn't want that to happen so he kept quiet.
Mayla started to cry. As she lifted the gun. She had thought about putting it down and walking away but she knew that if she didn't kill Messiah, Justus would find out and she would be dead. She didn't want to die, she didn't cheat death once just to find them and die.
She had been looking for them for years.
She had to recover from her injuries which took her longer than expected. She had to go to therapy to learn certain things over again. She was in a whole different state at a hospital they had admitted her to. When she healed she decided that she wanted to kill Messiah. She knew that he would hesitate to lay a hand on her so it was easy for her.
She also wanted to hit Justus where it would hurt. Though She hadn't known they were still together when she planned on finding Messiah she felt like it was better that they were so then Justus would have to live with knowing his husband is dead.
"You're not going to talk?"
Messiah looked away trying to avoid looking at Mayla.
"Seriously, Messiah. You're not going to apologize?"
What did Messiah have to apologize for? He didn't know and if he actually did have to apologize for something he wouldn't.
"I was in the hospital in a coma, Mayla. J, did what he had to do to get my daughter back. You let some nigga touch on her and she was calling him daddy."
"That was seventeen years ago Messiah why are you still mad?"
Messiah looked over at her I'm disbelief. He had a right to be mad. How is she going to tell him to get over it and yet here she is ready to kill him over Shana and Ten. Two people she known for way less time than her brother.
Mayla only lifted the gun higher. She gave Messiah a small smile before she placed her hand on the trigger. Messiah stood there looking at her. He was hurt. Mayla looked at Messiah like he was nothing.
Messiah knew she was really about to pull the trigger when her finger started to apply pressure to it. But when two gunshots went off Messiah was perfectly fine. It was Mayla who started to fall to the ground. Two bullets in her chest as she looked behind Messiah.
Messiah quickly turned around expecting to see his husband but it wasn't Justus, it was Jaylen.
And that's when Messiah started to freak out.
He looked back at Mayla who was for sure dead. She stared up with lifeless eyes. Messiah then looked back at his son who was starring at the dead body with wide and traumatized eyes.
"Fuck, Len. Why."
"She- she- pops she was going to- the gun- I picked it up and shot."
Jaylen breath started to get uneven. It was now Justus who was running down the stairs with his own gun that he kept hidden in his and Messiah's room. There was a gun that was well hidden downstairs and that was most likely the one Jaylen had picked up.
Justus looked down at the body. He quickly looked back up at Messiah. Who had snatched the gun from Jaylen hands just a second ago.
"Mayla? You fucking killed someone in front of Jaylen, Siah?" Justus said as he ran back up the steps to get his phone and call the number he used to call all of the time when he was young and dumb. He wanted to hurry and get everything cleaned up before cops came knocking at the door. He knew everyone heard the gunshots and they were most likely calling the cops now.
"I didn't."