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
“Ghenesis… you good?”
“Huh—oh, yeah,” I sighed, pulling myself outta my head. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Maddie said last night. The way Charles ain’t even want his own granddaughter in the house? Like… how you got that much hate in your heart? That lil’ girl ain’t done nothing to nobody.
And then me and Zeus ended up falling asleep on the couch—him holding me like I was something he ain’t wanna lose. The way he curled into me… it felt safe and dangerous at the same time. Still, when we woke up, neither of us said a word. Just awkward silence and routine.
Not even a week into this new life, and I already felt exhausted.
“I feel you, girl,” Gigi said, letting out his own tired breath. “I had to hold my grandma back from whoopin’ my mama ass last night.”
“Damn… is that why your cheek look a little—?” I paused, not trying to pry.
“You good, boo,” he chuckled. “Nah, that’s just from breaking it up. Ever since my pops left, my mama been on a downward spiral—drinking, wildin’, bringing randoms home like it’s Tinder in real life. But my granny? Chile... she grabbed a whole dining chair and tossed it like she was in WWE. I ain’t never seen that woman move so fast.”
“Gigi… are you okay though?” I asked, heart dropping at the image of him being a damn shield.
“I’m straight, sis. Honestly? My life more dramatic than cable. Might as well charge folks admission,” he laughed, flipping his pen. I smiled, shaking my head, and opened my binder to a fresh page.
The bell rang and students started piling in like it was Black Friday. I tuned them out as best I could.
“Alright class,” Ms. Peterson’s voice rang out. “Today, we’re starting the marriage chapter from your syllabus. If you were in my junior class last semester, you remember doing this—with parenting involved. This time, it’s all about the marriage. And let’s be real—most don’t last long. Why is that?”
Hands shot up, answers flew. I zoned out.
“Ms. Santiago?”
I blinked. The whole room was looking at me. “Yes ma’am?”
“What do you think causes marriages to lose intimacy?”
