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"How you feel?" Maceon asked me as we stood in the living room of our new home

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"How you feel?" Maceon asked me as we stood in the living room of our new home

They gave us our original home back after it was seized but I didn't want to live there no more anyway

"I mean on the outside looking in, it's better than the last one, but I grew to love that house you know?" I shrugged

This house had one more bedroom and bathroom, a bigger backyard and pool, bigger bedrooms and bathrooms, the design was actually more of my style and I liked the way that the kitchen was set up, but it wasn't about that. That was our first home and where I planned to at least raise my daughter, but Robert had to ruin it like always

He dead, dead as fuck now, so that's neither here nor there

There wasn't a funeral for him because his body was sitting in the laboratory for a long time since no one fucked with him, not even his mom

My grandma was the sweetest person ever when she was alive, I hate that I wasn't allowed to see her before she passed but it was Robert's fault

Not to be that person, but a lot of the shit that happened in my life was caused by him

"I mean this house is better, but I get what you're saying. We'll just have to grow to love it and I know we will." He nodded, looking around

"How does your mom and sister feel about her?" I said, referring to our baby

"They're happy, especially since it's a girl. I made them promise that they'll keep it to themselves, Gleesh and Bj too." He assured them

I didn't even care that they knew because that's his family, has nothing to with me. As long as my family don't know

"Yeah." I sighed and he took my hand, going to our bedroom and we laid down together

"How's your grandma?" I asked and he jerked his head back because I never asked about her

"Out the hospital, doing good."

"Your homeboy?" I asked

"Died." He shrugged and my eyes widened

"Just like that? You're saying he died with no emotion, I don't like that for you." I said, truthfully

I knew about Maceon's life and what he'd tell me about and he never showed any true emotions

"I mean, niggas die. There wasn't a funeral or nothing, he got ashes. I asked God to keep him safe up there, een doe I know that's how it go." He further explained

"Since yo' dad was how he was, do you be wishing you was in my position like, never met yo' dad?" He asked and I sighed

"Yes because I have a father figure. I could've had a father figure and not endured abuse and almost died."

"I think it about it and make me mad. Wish I didn't go to Jacksonville, but you and my baby here, so fuck the wishes." He said

I really like that I actually know him and about things that go on in his life, I hate feeling like I'm just out the loop

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