Soul Ties

Chapter 8 [ Back to the beginning ]

Isiah 43:18

"Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old.

Ziana
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Yesterday was the worst day ive had in years... it brought me back to who i used to be in the worst way possible. Not the violent ziana or the harsh ziana but the ziana who was dumb enough to show her emotions to other people and now because i let them see my weakness i have not only let myself down but ive probably let God down too..

I promised myself never again, i promised myself it would never get to this point if i had anything to do with it but yet again i failed, and i know exactly why.. Its him..

ever since i saw that officer Miller the day of my charge on the streets everything has went horrible in my life, i normally get persecuted but never this much! Its like he has some type of evil spirit following him that the transported to me the second i let him touch my knee that one day.

"Hey, welcome to feast grill whatchu looking to get?" I asked distracting myself from my thoughts as i see the face of a Stressed looking woman with a short black bob, pale skin and red bloodshot eyes dragging her noisy screaming child beside her up to the till,

I tried to keep my face as blank as possible while i ignored the kid. It was quite hard though since his screaming was causing everyone to look over and groan in annoyance.

"I need a hamburger meal with a small water and A black esspresso please." She says as her angry kid tugs down on the sleeve of her messy shirt,

her eyes are pleading as she tries to get me to speed up, i type her order into the cash register and look back towards her

"I WANT A STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE!!" The child screams pulling on his tired mom's arm while screaming about how much he wants the milkshake,

I dont know why he is so persistent, it tastes like 90% of water and 10% rotten flavouring. It stinks and is full of artificial colouring and syrup. How that machine is still running i will never understand...

"Jordan, i told you no! You've had 3 this week already, i dont want you to be toothless before you start big boy school.." she pleads with him but he just doesn't give in as he continues to whine for the milkshake

I just stand watching the whole thing with a raised eyebrow, analysing each second of this mess.. secretly praying for the mothers sanity.

"I WANT MILKSHAKE I WANT MILKSHAKE!!" He chants over and over as the mom throws her head back in frustration,

"Make that A strawberry milkshake" she says in annoyance as she reaches into her bra and pulls out a £20 bill before slapping it into my palm. I cringed at how warm it was and the fact had some white goo on it..

"Um..." i muttered while picking the bill with my index finger and my thumb and turning the stained part towards her.

"Should i be worried?" I ask and she picks the boy who is now hitting her relentlessly on her shoulders and moaning,

"Huh? Oh my bad, that's nothing but some breast milk ever since ive started pumping i have been leaking like a cow." She smirks and does a nervous chuckle as she whipped a hand over her shirt to straighten it out after her child finished pushing it all around.