“Well, it’s been up and down. When we’re up, it feels amazing but when it’s down, I just… I don't know. I pray this won’t be the theme of our relationship.”
“What’s the problem?”
“He has family issues, and it triggers him when he sees his mother. Something happened when he was a child, and I think his mother and aunt fought for custody over him. The aunt won, and the mom can’t get over it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, things got pretty intense when we were at his aunt’s house. His mom came over trying to shoot her.”
Cecilia’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, we left, and Lo has been in and out of the house. I’m trying not to bother him, but I am concerned.”
Bria missed Lo more than she thought she would. She hated how they had gotten sidetracked because of his family issues.
“Speaking of concern.” Cecilia paused. “I am concerned as well. I had a talk with Enya, and she expressed how you didn’t feel safe with Kylo.”
“What?” Bria inquired, confused by her mother’s statement.
“Enya said he did something to you and that you shouldn’t be alone with him.”
Bria gaped in bewilderment, trying to make sense of what she’d said. Typically, when she had conversations with her sisters, it stayed between them. She couldn’t believe Enya had violated her privacy and told their mother about her incident with Lo and Dough.
“He didn’t do anything to me,” she quickly denied. “I don't know why she told you that.”
“Are you sure? You don't have to lie.”
“I’m not lying. Lo doesn’t make me feel unsafe.”
Anymore…
Cecilia released a sigh. “I know you’ve always had this competition with your sisters and you wanna keep up with them. You don't have to stay in a bad marriage because of that.”
Bria’s mouth parted. “What are you talking about? I don't follow behind them, Mama. If I did, I would’ve married a long time ago. I’m good. Please stop listening to Enya and stop gossiping about my marriage.”
“Okay,” Cecilia drawled. “But if that man is hurting you, you need to tell us. Your father already had a talk with him, and it didn’t go too well.”
Bria’s brows rumpled. “A talk for what?”
“Well, the day you came over complaining about him, your father took it upon himself to talk to him. There were words exchanged but nothing more than that.”
Bria suddenly became enraged with not only her family but herself as well. She should’ve kept their problems in house rather than seeking advice from her family. They were proving to cause more problems than solve them.
“Why did he do that? I don't need him talking to Lo. I’m a grown woman who can handle her own husband.”
“Bria.” Cecilia sighed. “He was only trying to help.”
She shook her head and gathered her purse. “Y’all are not helping by confronting my husband and gossiping about my relationship. You're actually making the situation worse.”
“Where are you going?”
“To rehearsal. I suddenly lost my appetite.”
“Bria, wait. Don't get mad. We’re only concerned about you.”
“You don't need to be. If I ever need help, I’ll come and say it. Until then, please stay out of my business.”
Bria stormed out of the bistro and got inside her car. Turning the AC on right away, she sat for a moment, trying to tame her temper. After huffing out her irritation, she grabbed her phone and dialed Enya.
