"we been together on two different coasts and i don't even know your name yet."
"fez. fezco."
"mika. mikaela."
from the skyscrapers in atlanta to the white picke...
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fezco o'neill
i woke up to carter shaking my shoulder lightly, whispering to me to tell me to get the fuck up. i opened my eyes, mugging him with sleep still laced all over my face. i went to stretch but i felt the weight of a body on the side of me. i looked down, remembering that mika came home to me last night from the hospital. i put my hand on top of her head lightly, returning my gaze back to carter.
"we gotta go. like now. shai said she still chillin' with ash and i ordered them some pizza there so mika can sleep a little bit longer." carter looked at mika, his eyebrows pulled together in worry. "she ain't been sleeping right..." he whispered, looking back at me.
i nodded, kissing the top of her head before carefully squirming out from under her. carter stepped out of the room to let me get ready to go.
i was almost free when she started to wiggle around, grabbing my wrist as i fully stood up from the bed. "where are you going?" she said, her eyes still closed. i chuckled lowly, sitting back down on the bed with my feet on the floor.
"me and carter gotta go. sleep a little more before you go back to ash." i kissed the hand that grabbed my wrist a second ago. fuck i missed this. exactly this. the lil ass moments.
"no. i want to go with yall." her eyes were open now, staring up at me. i swallowed hard, my whole mood just changing. i knew she was gon' do this. i stood up again, out of the soft mornin' moment i was just enjoying. shaking my head i made my way over to my closet, making a mental note to clean all my shit up now that i wasn't the only person living in this safe house no more.
i'm usually hella clean, but shit just been sideways for me for a while.
i heard her shuffle out of bed and over to the duffle bag that i didn't realize was there. i rolled my eyes, knowing the argument that was about to take place between us. "nah. and i'm not having this conversation." i finally verbalized, throwing a black t shirt over my body. she scoffed, making me roll my eyes again.
"you not my fuckin' daddy," she mumbled.
"i am. i am your fuckin' daddy. and you going to the fuckin' hospital to sit with my brother. you not coming with me so you can what? get shot? hurt yourself? watch me kill a dude?" i spat lowly, trying to make her understand the gravity of this shit.
yeah. she sells guns with her brother. and that's interesting and dangerous all in and of itself. but mika ain't never killed nobody. she ain't never had to be in that situation, she's just had hella fucked up shit happen to her. so i don't need her literally seeing it and then everything changing between us.
she was silent for a moment, i could feel her gaze on the side of my face. she took a step forward but stopped herself from coming closer. "so, what? you gon take my brother to get fuckin' shot? the only fuckin' person i got left? and i get to sit with ash, who is fucking FINE, wondering which one of yall is gonna walk away from this?" i could see her roll her neck from my peripheral. "fuck no, and fuck you for that." she mumbled the last sentence.
