Later that night...

"Yeah, no Tori. We were going to have the guys meet mom and dad this weekend but I forgot Keith has a scrimmage so the dinner might have to wait a couple of weeks." Washing any remaining clay face mask off, I looked over at my darling cousin painting her toenails on my bed.

"Stoney, Keith's fine and all but he's an asshole. Like he can seriously suck my left nut if I had a pair."

"Girl, please. He's not that bad. Sarcasm is just a second language to him. Besides, I am the only one allowed to call him an asshole."

"He said my breath smelled like old bus seats & a yeast infection!" Trying my best not to laugh, I covered my face. "Tori, you started it when you said he looked like a fake ass Ronnie DeVoe. And if I can recall that day you had curry chicken and an Old E so—"

"Fuck you!" I couldn't contain my laughter at how upset she was getting over Keith's insults. How is she so upset when she always throws jabs right back at him?

I guess Morgan overheard our conversation from down the hall because she came in laughing. "Cousin, I love you but you're breath was stank like hell that day." Sulking, Tori covered her face with the Ebony magazine she was reading. "Y'all can all go suck Magic Johnson's dick."

"Sis, can I borrow that oversized burgundy overnight bag you took with you to New York?" Yeah, I told Morgan I went to New York with friends instead of London. It's not like she would ever find out. For a second though I almost slipped up and said that I didn't go to New York, but I caught myself. "Yeah its on the floor in my closet."

Retrieving the bag, she walked over to the bed, pulling miscellaneous items from the bag that I left in. From the corner of my eye, I saw her hesitate as she grabbed something that was in there. "Jasmin, I thought you said you went to New York with Amber and Bianca?"

"I did go to New—", my eyes widened in fear and my throat constricted as Morgan threw the bag down and dangling from her hand were the two backstage passes from P's concerts. I hoped this day would never have to come because honestly I never thought what me and P have would be serious enough to tell Morgan.

As I stuttered trying to compose my lie, I kept looking back and forth at the door and Morgan. But it was useless to try and run because she could easily intercept my escape.

"I mean, the three of us had a layover in New York on the way back from London. We went to London and we just so happened to score tickets to his concerts and we danced on stage with him and he remembered me and invited us backstage and—"

Morgan put an end to my rambling. "LIE AGAIN."

"Big sis, I'm not lying we—"

"Bitch, I might've believed you if I wouldn't have ran into Bianca in Whole Foods while she was 'supposedly' in New York with you." Watching this all unfold, Tori just sat back and sipped on her cherry slushy from Sonic.

Knowing I was caught, my scared exterior melted away and I decided that Prince was right. I need to stop being intimidated by Morgan, its none of her damn business what I do. Standing up from the bed, I confidently said, "Fine, although its none of your concern, I flew out to London to be with Prince." Cutting her eyes at me, the grip she had on the laminated passes tightened. "You flew out to be with Prince?"

Smirking I shot back, "Did I stutter?"

Tori gasped in the background. Dropping the lanyards, Morgan started pacing as she laughed to herself. Now I knew she was pissed. "You know the night of your birthday when you came home, when you walked past me, you smelt just like him. But I thought to myself, 'Maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me. I know damn well she did not go see Prince.' Is that when all of this started?"

"Maybe it is. But technically we kept in touch after we met in May of '97."

Deeply exhaling, she placed her hands on her hips. "So, you mean to tell me that you've been sleeping with my boss behind my back for the past seven months?!"

I rolled my neck, "Not that its any of your business, yes I have."

"None of my business?! It is my business when my boss is talking to and sleeping with my little sister! He's in your head playing mind games and he's got you out here flying out to see him like some little slut!"

My body tensed as I tried to calm myself. The more she talked down to me the more I wanted to punch her in her throat for being a hypocrite. "I'm a slut? It takes one to know one Morgan. Acting as if you're hoeness was deleted when you had Alonzo. Bitch how many trips around the block did you take before I reached puberty? Oh and Prince told me about how you used to be one of his flavors of the month." I heard Tori spit out her drink when I said that.

"Flavor of the month?! Is that what that half-pint, egotistical, manipulative leprechaun told you?!"

"That's a summarized version of what he told me about you. He told me that you didn't mean shit to him then and you don't now. You were just a pussy to him. And how mature of you to insult him like that. You wouldn't say it to his face, biting the hand that feeds you."

At this point, Morgans face was bright red as she was huffing. "Jasmin, I hate to burst your bubble but your little boy toy is a fucking liar! Yes we had something but it was hardly just sex. He doesn't mean a damn thing to me now but back then, I loved him. He made me feel so special even though I knew he had other females. I meant something to him because one time he got on Mayte about minding her business when it came to "our relationship". When I got pregnant, he thought it was his, he was so happy! I let him believe it was his for a while. But when I told him Alonzo wasn't his, thats when he dropped me but allowed me to keep my job. Next thing you know he was marrying that boot-licking Puerto-Rican puppet. And now he's recruited my little sister as his mistress!"

I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. I didn't want to believe Morgan, but why would my sister lie to me. But then again, I could hear the sincerity in P's voice when he told me that Morgan meant nothing to him and that she could never compare to me. She said it herself, she was fucking someone else while she was messing with P. She just discredited herself. "It's your word against his. I wasn't around so I don't know the truth. But you just said you were fucking at least two guys at the same time. Why should I believe you?"

"I'm you're fucking si—you know what? It's obvious he's gotten into that little brain of yours because not only did he tell you he slept with me and you're still on his side, but also because you sound like a cold-hearted bitch." I'm not on anyones side and neither is he off the hook.

I let her words run right off my shoulder. "If thats how you feel Morgan. It doesn't change the fact that the only whore in this room is you. I might be sleeping with a married man but at least I haven't had more trains run through me then Penn Station. Are you even sure who Alonzo's father is? Tori how much money you wanna put down that Morgan has spread her pussy lips open for someone else while she's been with Woody?" At this point I was running my mouth and I knew it was going to cost me when Morgan took her earrings off.

"I'm sorry, say that again." As she took a few steps in my direction, I challenged her sudden aggression and met her stance in the middle of the room. "Morgan, you heard me. Have you been slapped in the face by so many dicks that its affecting your hearing? Now I understand why dad acts as if you're such a disappointment to him. You must've been giving off those hoe vibes when you were little, thats probably why your real father left.  You're so trashy, I wouldn't be surprised if you've fucked Keith behind my back."

Huffing with her hands balled in a fist, we were standing toe to toe. "That's how you feel?"

"Yeah, it is. But how would you feel if I slid down Woody's dick?", I rolled my hips taunting her, "ride his dick so good he might call you my—"

Before I could even finish my sentence, Morgan swung at me. I knew she has a weak left hook so I deflected it, but nonetheless all hell broke lose. Pushing her against my dresser, she winced when her back came in contact with the blunt edges of it. Summoning all her strength, she pushed me off of her and lunged at me. I don't know how many times we swung on each other & how many punches made contact. Landing a solid punch against her jaw, in her fit of rage it barely stopped her from tackling me to the ground.

As she put all her weight on me, she held my head down and pinned my left arm with her knee but I still had free range of my right arm. Although I tried my hardest, she managed to punch me repeatedly in my chest while her grip tightened around my throat. Gritting her teeth, she yelled, "You think you're grown now huh? I will beat your ass and you're little Princey can't save you!"

Gasping for air, my fight or flight response kicked in and I scratched the shit out of her face, causing her to grab at her bleeding scar. Pushing her off of me, I tackled her back down as she tried to stand up and we ended up rolling around struggling for dominance until I punched her dead in her nose before gripping my hands around her throat. As she punched me in my sides in a valiant effort to get me to release my grip, I felt a strong pair of arms link around my waist yanking me off of Morgan.

Pulling me into a corner while Morgan staggered off of the ground, Woody yelled, "What the fuck is going on in here?! Y'all are two grown women acting like some damn fools!"

After sitting like a lump on a log the entire time, Tori finally got up and intercepted Morgan from charging in our direction. "No Tori, let me go! Woody let her go so I can kill that bitch!"

"Morgan! Sit your ass down, you aint gone do shit. Y'all need to calm down and talk this out like women."

Clawing at Woody's hands that were linked behind my back, I said through my ragged breathing, "No, you need to tell your girl to calm down. I'm calm, let me go." I wasn't calm, I just wanted him to let me go so I could get one more lick in at her. Then I'd be done. He didn't let me go, he just held me against the wall as he gave Tori orders.

"I'm not letting you go. Tori, take Morgan into the bedroom." As Tori held onto Morgan as they walked past us, Morgan spat a fuck you and I reciprocated. Through all of our rage and violence, I hadn't even realized Alonzo and Noah were standing in the doorway crying. I was immediately ashamed for behaving like this in front of my son and nephew. I could see the fear in their eyes.

When Woody finally let me go, I kneeled down in front of Noah and hugged him as tight as I could while he wailed in my arms. Woody picked Alonzo up in his arms.

"Wood, I'm going to go stay with my parents for awhile."

"Yeah, I think that's best for right now sis."

Walking to my bed in the midst of my now disheveled room, I realized there was no reason for this to have escalated the way it did. Whispering to Noah, "Hey, mommy's sorry you had to see that. I know it was loud and scary but me and Auntie Morgan are fine. You're going to be fine, okay? I'm sorry. You know mommy loves you right?" As he shook his head up and down through his tears, I kissed him on the top of his head.

After laying Noah down to take a nap and cleaning the blood off of my face, Tori finally entered back into the room and I cut my eyes at her. As she gathered up anything that had fallen on the floor, I yelled at her, "Umm, so you were just going to sit there the entire time and not jump in and help? You a'int loyal. I thought I was you're favorite cousin!"

"Umm, excuse me bitch. But I was too busy trying to figure out exactly where you had me fucked up at? When were you going to tell me you are fucking Prince, I mean The Artist?!

*PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: While writing this chapter I was listening to Knuck If You Buck, Fight Night by Migos, Move Bitch by Ludacris, among other ratchet ass music for inspiration 😂😂. This fight was very reminiscent of my sister & I back in the day (all though we weren't throwing elbows because of some dick😂). Who y'all think won that fight? Was the fight even justifiable?*