“Thanks.” He nodded and we went further into the store. “Get whatever you want,” I told Zion.
He ran over to the bag of chips and grabbed him some Cheetos and then found his way to the snack cake aisle. He pointed at the honey buns and I grabbed him one. After that, he went to the freezer and waited for me to open it for him to get a juice.
Once we had everything he wanted, I walked him over to cash register. This guy stood in line in front of me. He glanced back in my direction and smirked. Whatever he was thinking, he might as well keep to himself because I don’t want to hear it.
“That’s you?” He nodded toward Zion.
Duh. Zion looked just like me. His daddy’s DNA didn’t stand a fighting chance. I guess we’re lucky for that.
“Yeah,” I simply replied and diverted my eyes elsewhere, hoping that he’d leave me the fuck alone. I didn’t come in here to be harassed. We were only in here to get some snacks and gone about our business. This the exact reason why I didn’t like going in gas stations now. No matter what side of town I’m on, whatever store I go in, I’m being bothered by somebody. These people just wouldn’t let me exist in peace.
“Where yo’ old man at?”
“In prison…” My eyes darted back to him. “…for killing someone.” I didn’t know why Wicked was locked up. We never got to that conversation. Maybe I should ask him before I even consider dealing with him like that.
“You think that shit scare me?” he asked, lifting his t-shirt to show the pistol tucked in his waistline. I pulled Zion closer to me.
“Are you crazy? My son is standing right here.”
Chuckling, he lowered his shirt. “I was just letting you know that I ain’t scared.”
“Well, you should be because it’s Wicked.” He choked and coughed on his own saliva. “Yeah… Saint-Mercier. Unless you wanna end up like the last nigga, I suggest you leave me the fuck alone. Move.” I shoved him out the way and stepped to the register.
After I paid for Zion’s things, we left the store.
When I made it home, I helped Zion from the car. He ran up to the porch while I grabbed my purse off the passenger seat. “Stay up there on the porch,” I told him as I headed down to the sidewalk to check the mailbox.
Bills. Bills. Bills. That’s all it seems like I get these days. I’m so tired of paying all these damn bills. I know that it’s a part of being an adult, but shit was getting expensive. There’re utilities, rent, daycare bills, phone bill, so many fucking bills and its getting overwhelming. My days are seeming routine.
Sighing, I shut the mailbox and went up to the front door. Soon as I pushed it in, my mouth dropped. My entire living room was covered with dozens of red roses bouquets.
“What is happening?” I questioned aloud.
I gently nudged Zion on into the house and stepped in behind him. Shutting the door, I grabbed the card off one of the flowers closest to me. Zion took off running to his bedroom with his snacks.
“Don’t eat that stuff in that bed!” I yelled behind him and ripped the envelope.
You’re going to hate how much you feel drawn to me… and I’m going to love every second of it. -Wicked
Lord, this man is already staking claims on me. I don’t know if I should fall into it or run.
“You wanna play, let’s play.”
Maniac
A FEW DAYS LATER
Wren lay there in the bed next to me sleeping peacefully. I ain’t even want to wake her up to let her know that I was about to leave. Today was gon’ be hard for her once she finds out that I plan on going after Big John. It’s time that I end this shit once and for all.
The nigga hadn’t been bothering me, but I know that since he’s quiet, he’s somewhere plotting. Before he can get the upper hand on me, I’m finna return to sender his ass.
She rolled over and faced me, displaying her stomach. I can’t wait ’til she has my baby girl. We’ve been discussing names but haven’t come up with what we wanted to name her yet. It was kinda a bummer to find out that she wasn’t a girl, but I’ll take that. I just know that before it was over with, I’m gon’ have to return to sender a lot of lil niggas for thinking they can play with her.
Leaning down, I gently kissed Wren on the stomach. She stirred a bit but didn’t wake. Getting up from bed, I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. After brushing my teeth,flossing, rinsing my mouth and washing my face, I turned on the shower and hopped in there.
The reason why Wren was still knocked out is because she’d woken up in the middle of the night for some dick. Who was I to stop her when I felt her mouth wrap around my shit in my sleep. I fucked the shit out her mouth before putting her ass back to sleep.
Shutting the water off, I got out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. Entering the bedroom, I went into the closet to find me something to put on for the day. Knowing what I was about to go do, shit can get messy as fuck, therefore, I didn’t need to put on anything that I care about because it might get fucked up.
