2019-11-07 - Cold November Rain

“You left her in a car while other people were stabbing people!” Ciprian had yelled at his sister. She was still busted up from the same stabbing event. She felt horrible.

“I put her in the car and told her to keep the doors locked. I didn’t want her to get hurt.” Minerva had told her brother.

Ciprian shook his head, “That’s not the point, Riya.” he barked out. “You left her and went BACK to where the danger was. You put yourself in danger. You could have died. Did you ever stop to think about that? About what you do to yourself?” he asked her.

Minerva didn’t realize that she may have scared the shit out of Ashira with all of her bleeding when she came back to the car. And she’d try to shrug it off, but she had to call Ciprian to help her and to get the niece. She felt her stomach start to churn. “I didn’t realize that I’d scared her...and I didn’t want to leave her there with those kids while I was fighting.” she stated.
“Riya, you should have gotten in the car and drove home. Not ran back like you have a fucking death wish!” Ciprian had blurted out. Then something struck him, “Or you do have a death wish.” he murmured as he eyed his sister.

She was silent. And she wasn’t looking at him.

“I feel listless. Like a spirit that isn’t anchored.” she admitted after a few long moments. “I am sorry that I scared her and you. I just couldn’t leave.” she told him.

Ciprian ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “Work on you. We’ll be here when you get better. But never, ever leave your niece, my daughter in the car while you run off to get stabbed, do you hear me?” he asked her.

Minerva nodded, looking to the floor. Yep. Her brother was pissed. “I’ll call if anything is needed.” she’d whispered before seeing him out.

She felt like a monster.