Blue Gangsta (Completed)

7. He Wasn't Man Enough...

Zenia's Point Of View:

I can't believe him sometimes. A man like that could not be cold as ice from birth. I never fell back to sleep too scared about that dream I had. It was more like a nightmare revisited...

I would never forget the day my mother sold my virginity for a bag of rocks. I was fifteen years old when she allowed me to be taken from her. I had just got in from school my mother was acting really strange. I knew she was an addict but I thought it was like a temporary thing.

There was a man I never seen before sitting on our couch. My mother seemed daze and he never left his glare off of me. I remember trying to go into my room but my mother stopped me. She said I didn't live there no more. That the man on our couch was my new daddy and to treat him good...

She let him drag me out of the house kicking, crying and screaming. Her fifteen year old daughter sold to an complete stranger. Fortunately for me he was a nice man. He didn't want nor did he take my virginity.

Only wanting companionship because he was a lonely old man. He did not want me for any sexual needs. Just to help take care of him. He was sick with cancer and his wife had died. I was able to be with him for one year.

He beat cancer and was in remission doing okay until he got robbed. They killed him because of my mother. The man who killed him raped me in front of him before he took his life. Taking away my innocence without my consent.

I would never forget his face the darken complexion and the icy white of his eyes. He held a evil inside of him that was unmatched. He stole my innocence before I even knew what my innocence was. I was only 16 years old at the time and my mother sent him to do it...

She sent that man, her drug dealer to rape me to repay the debt she owed him. They kill the man only because he try to save me. It was all over a bag of rocks damn crack rocks. I knew this because that evil ass man told me.

The more fucked up part of the scenario is. I was at the constant target of pain and torture for her habit. The man named Charles wanted to help me escape this concrete hell. Too bad he never got the chance. That evil asshole found me whereever I went. He got to me no matter who try to help. That was until I got with William and he started working for the King Asshole.

Standing out on the balcony I look out at where I shot that glass bottle off the roof ledge. Why is Michael so hot and cold? Hmm maybe it's just me. I bring out the worse in men and none of the good. Maybe I am just what my mother called me, a curse.

Soon the sunlight peaked over the horizon and I thought about cooking. But I didn't want my essence to stink up his place anymore. So I decided to go downstairs and get some fresh air.

"Miss Zenia, Mr. Jackson asked me to have you wait for him in the car." Hank says and I sigh.

Of course he has tabs on me I owe this man $66,500. And until my debt is paid off I am afraid this is my new hell. 

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Michael's Point Of View:

"Zenia time to get up no sense in wasting anymore time and I..." I walked into her room to find her gone...

"Zenia!!!"

"Zenia!!!" I ran through my penthouse trying to find her. I mean she couldn't have gone far right?

She didn't even explore my whole penthouse to be missing or playing hide and seek.

"Vinny where the hell is Zenia!!!" I yell as my bumbling security is a damn dunce and useless.

"She's down here sir waiting in the car with Hank..." Vinny says and my heart drops back to normal cadence.

"Uh okay I'll be downstairs in 30 minutes...make sure she don't leave..." I say hanging up and dropping my head in my hands.