After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Wednesday came faster than I wanted it to. And with every hour tickin' closer to Friday, my nerves got worse. Real talk? Ever since that little... incident with Zeus in the truck, I been duckin' and dodgin' that man like my life depended on it.
I ain’t talked to him, looked at him, or even let him open the truck door for me no more. I just slid in and out on my own. Quiet. Distant. I didn’t even know what I felt around him, but it was doin’ way too much. That weird mix of fear, guilt, and... whatever the hell that other feeling was? I ain’t got no name for it—but I didn’t like it.
When we got home that day, I made a beeline for my room, closed the door, and leaned against it with a sigh.
Finally.
I walked over to my vanity, takin’ off my earrings, my nose ring, my little necklaces. The second I caught a glimpse of the fading bruise on my wrist, I let out a breath of relief. Shit was almost gone. Thank God. My excuse to my friends?
“Girl, I had an allergic reaction to that Fashion Nova shirt. Gotta stop orderin’ cheap fabric.”
They bought it. I hoped.
After throwin’ my hair up in a bun, I pulled on some joggers and a tank top and folded up my school clothes. I just sat on the bed for a sec, unzipped my bag, and started flippin’ through some homework.
Then I heard it.
“IS YOU FUCKIN’ SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”
I jumped, my heart damn near doin’ a backflip. Zeus. Yellin'.
“THE FUCK IS THEY AT, BRUH?”
I ain’t know who he was on the phone with, and to be honest? I didn’t wanna know. But whatever it was, it sounded bad. I tiptoed to my door and turned the lock. Just in case. Then I tried to go back to my work like it wasn’t any of my business.
But then…
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I froze.
That knot of anxiety twisted in my chest as I slowly got up and opened the door a crack. And there he was—Zeus. Standin’ there with his head down, broad shoulders slumped like the weight of the world finally caught up to him. His eyes were red, and I swore I saw a tear slide down his face.
“You got a license?” he asked, voice real low. Like it hurt just to speak.
“Yeah... It just ain’t a Georgia one,” I said cautiously. “Are you okay?”
