Better Days [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Three

FATIMA

"Thank you for coming." Zac said as I stared at the water in my glass. "I really appreciate it."

I laughed softly, scoffing, "I wasn't gonna come." I admit. "But I know if I didn't you would've just popped up at my house or sent your mom.." I say rolling my eyes.

Zac shook his head.

"Fatima I haven't been sending my mom to your place. She just likes you and I together." Zac tells me.

"How did she find out where I was?" I ask him sitting up.

"I guess everybody knows somebody." Zac answered nonchalantly. "I don't really remember giving her my address either." He said looking away.

I sigh deeply and shake my head. I knew his mom was crazy. I know crazy when I see crazy. But Monica is the calm crazy. She doesn't show her true colors until she has to.

"I didn't come over here to talk about other people though." Zac said scooting his chair closer to the table. "I wanna know what possessed you to get an abortion without telling me?" He asked looking me in the eyes.

I shrugged, "I didn't know I had to tell you anything." I tell him.

"A heads up would've been nice." He said.

"The heads up should've been when I walked out that house and told you I was never coming back.. I meant that." I remind Zac of my final words to him.

"So you get rid of our baby."

"My baby.." I correct him.

"Fatima how do you figure that was just your baby?" He asked trying not to get loud.

"My body, my baby." I whisper to him.

Zac nodded his head. "I can see we're not gonna agree on this." He mumbled. "I thought we could figure something out but clearly I was mistaken.. You know you had me fooled for a little bit. I thought you were a good woman with some type of moral compass. But I was wrong. All this time I thought I was the fucked up person in this relationship, but it wasn't me." Zac said getting up from the table.

"If I'm such a fucked up person, how did you get to where you are now?" I ask making Zac turn around. "If it weren't for me, you'd still be chasing after Karen like a puppy, peddling on your bike around Atlanta." I stared at the wall ahead of me.

I could feel Zac burning a hole in the side of my face. He walked back up to the table, bent down in front of me with his hand on my thigh for balance.

"Fatima what is wrong with you?" He asked softly. "This is not you. Something is wrong. I'm not even gonna take you seriously right now because I know you don't mean anything you're saying. You're just upset." He said trying to gain my eye contact.

"So you're not gonna look at me?" He asked grabbing my chin.

"I'm ready to go." I announce trying to get out of my seat.