Chapter 14- Bad Days.

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Chapter 14-Bad Days.

Zayn

"We have some one we want you to see Ms.Warrior, he's the one who bought you the home?" I hear the Ms.Johnson say to my mother as I stand out of her apartment in the hall.

"Who?" My mother ask in gleeful tone.

Ms.Johnson getures for to come in and my mother holds a stale expression on her face, showing that she wasn't pleased with her surprise.

Ms.Johnson rubs my back and grins at my mom. "Okay Ms.Warrior, I'm gonna get on out of here and let you and your son have some privacy."

"Thank you Ms.Johnson." I nod my head at her as she walks out. I close the door and my mother sits on her couch, and use the remote control to turn on the power on the television.

I turn it off and sit next to her. "Ma, your gonna talk to me today, I don't care what you say or do."

She shakes her head from side to side as she rises and sit in the chair in front of me. Her salty attitude was irritating me, because regardless of what I did in the past I am still her son and people make mistakes, she has to realize that.

"Mom I got you your own place because I know you were miserable sitting in that group home and the one thing you can do is say hello to me to show your appreciation." I say in a soft demanding tone.

She sits back in the chair and roll her eyes. She was just too stubborn and cold hearted to say anything to me.

"I had a few gifts for you, but since you want to act all stuck up your not gonna get it. I buy you an apartment and pay your rent and your bills....shit I should've let you stayed in the group home cooped up in the small ass room if I knew you were gonna act this."

"What the fuck do you want from me?" She ask sternly.

"I want your motherly love, something I missed out on for twenty six years." I fold my arms and give her a black glare.

"Your not a baby anymore Zayn....why are you here, I thought the last time I made it clear that I didn't want to be bothered with you."

I yawn as I bow my head up and down. "You did, but you know me I'm hard headed."

"You only bought this apartment so you could black mail me and that's not right." She say while leaning over to her coffee table, she grabs her ciggarate along with the lighter and lights it.

"No I only bought you this apartment because I love you and didn't want you to spend the rest of your life in a group home. Your not appreciating what I have done for you and that's not right, if you fail to appreciate it I can call Ms.Johnson and just have her put you back in your own room." I challenge her.

She scratches her nose with her thumbnail and dump her ashes in the ash tray. "You want me to say thank you?" She smiles in a sarcastic manner.

"That would be nice Angelique."

"Thank you for being the reason I got put in the group home in the first place....thank you for getting me out of there since it was all of your fault any way."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What boy?" She rolls her eyes.

"Do Leyana still come and talk to you, like she use to?"

Her eyes begin to water and she sucks on her bottom lip. "No....I take meds so I stopped hallucinating so much. All I have is memories."

"Ma, why did you let Shane molest me?" I ask with tears forming in my eyes. She doesn't respond, instead she just stares at the ground and puff on her ciggarate.

"I was molested by a man half of my life mom....for five years. Why'd you let him do it?" My hand trembles.

I watch as she folds her lips together and the tears starts to run down her cheeks, she puts her head in the palm of her hands.

"Get out Zayn." She cries.

"No, why did you let him do that to me. That nigga turned out your son and you didn't do anything about it ma! He took my whole entire manhood away from me, Your the reason why I didn't have my first girl friend until now....because you were the first woman to break my heart."

She lifts her head and slighty smiles. "You got a girlfriend? Y-your not gay?" She seem to ask with joy in her tone.

"Nah...just because that nigga-- did that nasty shit to me doesn't mean I was gonna run to a nigga and start liking that....I wasn't gonna run to same shit that hurt me. Me becoming gay wouldve put a smile on his face, because he would've known that he has that much effect on me...but he doesn't. I got me a woman....and I don't let that shit hold me down." I lean back and shake my head.

"You can't blame me for that Zayn." She sniffles.

"I can't? I came to you numerous of times and told you that I was being touched and you ignored it." I begin to shed tears. "You and pops both neglected me....you know how that made me feel?! Alone! Unimportant, not worth shit! The only person who ever loved me back then was my baby sister, and to think everything that happen to her couldve been prevented if you had kicked him out when you found out he was touching me!"

She stands up and jumps in my face. "Don't flip this shit back on me! Don't you dare do it! You are responsible for your own actions!"

"You know what mom I'm not even gonna argue with you because you know your wrong." I rise up and go into my pocket and throw a stack of money on her table.

"Take care of your self." I walk out.

After exiting the building I make it to
my vehicle , I can feel my heart easing up with its pace as I open the door. I hop in and before I start the engine, I feel the need to cry but I take a deep breath and hold the tears back.

I then start the car and pull out of the parking lot of her apartment complex. After twenty minutes of cruising the LA streets my phone begin to ring.

I retrieve it from my pocket and see a unknown number.

"Hello?" I answer.

"M-m-man you need to come down here now." I hear a male say, I can tell that he was nervous.

"Who is this, where am I coming to?" I ask as I turn the corner.

"It's Jayson man, you need to get down here man..hurry up."

I sigh and nod my head. "Alright man, what happen?"

"Lil Mikey is dead man, he's gone."

I hang up the phone and make a rushed U-turn causing my tires to screech.

****

Bishop, Jay and I stand over Lil Mikey's body the sight of seeing him lay in a puddle of his own blood made my skin cringe. He was laid out in the middle of the floor, beaten badly and three bullet wounds to the chest.

"Who killed my brother man!" Bishop begins to tears up, he punches a hole into the wall and starts going insane, yelling along with throwing objects everywhere.

I grab him and pull him into a hug, he buries his face in my shoulder as he sobs, and it starts to get me emotional.

"They killed my baby brother man, they got to him."

"It's gonna be a'ight fam...just--just chill." I say trying to comfort him the best way I can, I turn to Jayson who's glaring down at Lil Mikey's body.

"What happen?"

"Man I don't know....I came in and just saw him stretched out. I think those niggas he had beef with on he east side did this."

"What niggas from the east side?!" Bishop pulls away and clenches his fist as he walks towards Jay,

"I-I-I-I don't-- I don't know who they are man, I only heard him talk about 'em."

Bishop tears pour even more as he stares down at his young brothers' lifeless body, he scrunch up his face and shakes his head. I go over to the couch and grab a blanket, then come back over and cover up my little cousins body.

"What ima tell my mama fam? What ima tell her?" Bishop pulls the blunt from behind his ear and storm out of the house.

I lift my head from the ground and look up at Jayson. "Call a funeral home or something we don't want the cops involved."

I go outside to my cousin and he's sitting on the porch looking up at that sky. I got to have his back and show him company, because when my close ones died on me he was the first one to be by my side.

"Jay callin the funeral home now." I tell him.

"I was thinking about sending him back home to mama, the the other day he told me he wasn't cut out for this street shit." He puffs on his blunt, and exhale the smoke. "I was gonna let my little bro go home.....I'm out to get who ever did this shit."

"And I am too man."

He stands up and throws the blunt on he ground, putting it out with the tip of his shoe.

"Where you about to go?"

"Bouta go to the crib and call my mama tell her what I just saw." He sniffles.

"I can do it, if it's to--"

"No I got it." He interupts.

"You sure fam?" I asked worried.

"I got it, I got it." He walks towards his vehicle,and I watches as he hops in and pulls off.

****
I walk into my home the seasoning smell in the lingering told me that Makiela was in the kitchen cooking. Aabria was sitting on the couch watching cartoons as always, I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Hey baby girl."

She wipes it off and frowns at me before I could react Makiela comes in the living room with a apron on and her hair tied up in high ponytail.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" She ask, as she comes over to me and give me a hug along with a peck on the lips.

"Lil Mikey died." I tell her, she lets me go and her face turned into a sad frown.

"Are you serious?"

"Yep...Jay called me and I rushed there, someone came into the trap and shot him up I guess." I take off my jacket and throw it on the couch.

"Come here." She caresses my cheeks and lays my head on her shoulder. "I am so sorry to hear that baby" She pulls me into a hug and give me a sadden look.

"I'm alright, just a little worried about Bishop." I sit next to Aabria and wrap my arm around her as she watches the televison.

"Baby maybe you need to go upstairs and get some rest, I know your tired."Makiela insist.

"Nah...I just want to spend time with my girls to keep my mind off of the stress. What did you make for dinner?"

"I'm making home made lasagna and garlic bread." She says in a low tone.

"That sounds good." I say, I then her footsteps as she walks back into the kitchen. I rub Aabria's head full of hair that was hanging freely and she looks up at me.

She hasn't said much to me for the last few days, which is weird, cause everyday she talks my ear off. Daddy this....Daddy that.

It felt good to have a child titled me as thier father. A week ago Keila and I had sex, and I didn't pull out, hoping to impregnate. I kind of wish she doesn't end up pregnant, because we don't need to bring a child in the world right now, it's too much shady shit going on around me, I have to figure that out first to make sure my family isn't in harms way.

"What's wrong baby? Why you not talking to me today?" I questioned as I poke out my bottom lip.

"I don't want to." She snaps and move to the other couch, I force myself to grin at her behavior then I kick off my shoes and lay on the couch and try to get some sleep.

After a few hours I wake up to hearing shuffling noises in the kitchen, the house was almost pitch black.I yawn and rise up from out of my spot, then I go into the kitchen to see Makiela leaning back on the counter, texting on her phone as she ate a chocolate chip cookie.

"Damn baby, why you ain't wake up when the food was done, you know I haven't ate all day." I say as I stretch my arms out wide releasing the tension from my bones.

"I'm sorry baby you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you cause I know you've been tired. Your food is wrapped up in the microwave.

"Thank you baby."

"What's been wrong with Bri for the last couple of days she's not talking to me." I tell her.

"She's not? I don't know...did you do somethin to upset her, you know she start acting funny when she can't get her way." She says as she sits down at the bar table.

"Nah....I'm worried about her. She's never this quiet."

"I'll talk to her in the morning, Zayn can I ask you something?"

"Wassup?" I ask while getting my plate out of the microwave.

"What happen to your family? Where is your sister that you have a thousand pictures of." She giggles.

"Um I went to go see my mom today, we don't get a long, my dad died when I was like ten or eleven, I got other brothers and sisters on his side but we don't know each other like that and Leyana is....." I pause for a second, "Leyana is gone too."

"When did she go?" She ask me.

"When she was eight. I don't really wanna get all into it though baby."

"Okay, but you know that anytime you want to be an open book I don't mind reading, I'm here for you....I know you have a lot to talk about, your just not ready. I'll listen when you are."

"Thank you beautiful. Why you up so late, you got work in the morning."

"I was waiting for you to get up, so we can sleep together. You know its hard to fall asleep without you."

I chuckle, then my phone begins to ring. I roll my eyes as I look at the caller identification, it's Diamond. What could she possibly want at twelve - in- the -morning.

"Wassup?" I answer.

"Zayn I need you! He's trying to kill me!"

"Bitch open this door!" I hear someone grunt, along with loud banging.

"What's going on Diamond, where are you?"

"I'm on Maple o-on this-- at this trap-- I need you, this man is trying to hurt me!" She cries.

"Alright I'll be there just stay calm and turn
on your location." I instruct her.

"O-o-okay!" She sniffles.

I start heading out the kitchen in a swift movement and Makiela follows me.

"Babe where are you goin?" She shouts a little.

"I gotta go help Diamond, shes in some hood about to get her ass beat or something." I say while putting on my shoes.

"Zayn becareful, you barely know this little girl she can put your life in danger."

"I'll be fine baby, I'll be right back okay. I promise." I say as I rush out the door.

****

I follow the instructions that the gps is giving me, I tracked Diamond phone so I know what house she is in, because it tells me exactly she's at.

I pull up to the curb of a few houses away from the actual house and shut off my engine. I pop open the glove department and put my gun on my waistline, then I exit my vehicle.

I enter the loud house, where people was partying, smoking weed, snorting crack or just standing around.

"Hey baby can I show you a good time." A latino girl invades my space as she rubs all over my chest, I push her out the way and continue walking through out the house.

I was surprise to see every race here, it was like three different parties. Men in drag were even walking around, what did Diamond get her self into?

The location guides me upstairs, I rush up there and almost all the rooms were filled with folks, people were having their own little parties, while others were just having sex.

My phone begins to beep as I reach a certain door, I can hear Diamond yelling, 'please get off me'. I kick open the door and see a grown ass black man on top of her.

"Zayn!" She cries.

I pull out my pistol and aim it him. "Get off of her now."

He ignores my demand, and begin choking Diamond. I guess to test me, I pull the trigger shooting him in arm twice, he groans and roll over to the other side.

"Come on let's go." I insist her up and she straightens out her clothes. She follows me out of the room and we make it out side to my vehicle.

"Thank you for saving me Zayn." She says as she hops in, I get in as well and start the engine.

"No....what happen to you going to school and getting your life together. Why aren't you staying in the home me and the social worker help put you in? Why is your little ass still on the streets?" I ask as I pull off.

"I'm not good at school so I dropped out again,I don't like that house and I need money....that's why im on the streets. Shit!" She sulks in her chair and folds her arms.

For that response I didn't have anything to say to her until we made it to our destination. We pull in to the Beverly Hills Marriott Hotel, it's expensive but I want her to have somewhere nice to stay.

"Zayn are we sleeping here?" She ask surprised.

"We're not sleeping here you are."

After paying for the room and getting the keys from the hotel manager, we make it into her a suite, it was just right for her. Everything was in one spot, the room comes with a queen sized bed, a small dining room table, a couch, televison/wifi , bathroom, closet and a office area with a laptop. It's like a nice miniature apartment.

"Ooo this is so nice, I never been in a suite before." She says sitting on the bed, testing it out.

"Well get use to it, cause this is where your going to be staying for a while. If you want me to help you, you have to meet me half way. Stop dropping out of school, actually try to graduate. That's something I didn't get to do, t
because I was in prison my graduation year. Leave the weed alone, your a child you don't need to be doing that shit, get your self together. All I'm asking you to do is go to school and get a small job, and I can help you out and give you money every now and then. But you have to learn responsibly, you understand?"

"Yes I understand." She gets off the bed and hold both of my hands and plants a soft kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for helping me."

Makiela

Ms.Joplin dismiss us so I exit out of the class room, today all we did was mostly sew and draw new designs, I am in love with this school and sometimes I can't believe that I am a student here, Zayn really helped a dream turn into reality.

I make it outside to my vehicle but before I could unlock my car door, I was stopped.

"Hello are you Makiela Randall?" A young white woman ask me, she has a warm beige skin tone, with green colored eyes and dirty blonde hair that seem to be high lighted.

"Yes that's me, may I help you?"

"Yeah I'm Alicia Chènin, the daughter of Antoinè Chènin."

"Oh! I heard of your father, he he's very talented in styling." I smile. "It's very nice to meet you Alicia , your a student here?"

"Use to be, I didn't want to take on fashion like my father. I study physiologically now."

"Well good for you! That's a nice profession as well, what can I do for you?"

"Well I am great friends with Mr.Dubois one of the teachers here, he mentioned to me that your one of his favorite students and your a great designer along with stylist, he even showed me a few of your designs and I like what I see, I'm getting married in April of next year and I need a designer to create a theme and the colors for my wedding and design my wedding dress a long with my bride maids dresses and the suits for the grooms.. I thought it would be a good idea to find someone who attends this school and is not really know in fashion world." She places her hands in the middle of her chest. "I love to see unique designs, I'd rather give someone a chance who's unknown and new, instead of calling Michael Kors or someone."

"Well I'd be honored to be apart of your wedding, I would love to be your designer. You want me to do your dress as well?" I ask in a gleeful.

"Yeah if it's not a problem." She smiles as she puts a portion of her hair behind her ear.

"I would love to do it Ms.Chènin, thank you so much for the opportunity." I say heart-felt.

"Your welcome." She gives me a warm hug and I grin at her politeness. "Is there a way I can contact you, because I want to get started right away. I

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