Messiah GXG : BOOK ONE (Completed) The Other Side Of The Game Series

TWELVE

M E S S I A H

The sound of ringing echoed in my ear as I continued to sit on my couch in anticipation for my call to be answered.

RING

AFTER

RING

RING

AFTER—

CLICK

"Hello,"

"Hey Grace,"

"I was almost thinking that you weren't gonna call," She expressed with a slightly teasing tone to her comment that had a miniature smile stretching my lips a bit.

"Nah, I just got in late," I revealed while releasing my torso against the back of my couch to be greeted by the hands of comfort at a deeper level.

"Long day for the person without a schedule?" She asked and I chuckled at the response, even though my cautious nature had my anxiety spiking a bit from the fear of her indulging in deeper talk about what I did, and who I was.

Over the phone especially.

"Something like that," I stated. "What about you? How was your day?"

"It was okay, long and draining," She replied as I lifted my free hand to play with the satin-wrapped elastic of the bonnet on my head.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked while staring at my coffee table that held nothing but my laptop and a small grey ashtray.

"Uhm, I just had a long day with the kids,"

"Your socialization class?"

"Why you gotta assume that?" She asked, laughing, and the question and sound of her voice prompted a laugh from me as well, as my hand fell from my bonnet to return to my grey sweatpants-covered thigh.

"I'm just asking,"

"Well yes, it was my socialization class,"

"What happened?" I asked curiously as shuffling sounded over the call, which had me assuming she was already in bed or just entering it.

"Two of the kids almost got into a fight," She stated simply and even though you could tell it was a fact she wasn't okay with, you could also tell it wasn't a rare occurrence, which didn't really surprise me but I wished it did.

"Over what?"

"It started with one of my girls calling one of my boys out his name, so he rebutted by pointing out she can't read and then she said that's why his parents didn't want him," She expressed, and I couldn't help the snicker that slipped from me at the ending. "You found that funny?"

"I'm sorry, I just—I'm sorry," I apologized, trying to push all evidence of amusement away from my voice and failing.

"Glad to know what your humor is like," She stated with a small chuckle that had a smile sitting on my face.

"So what happened after that?"

"Well he got up trying to fight her and she wasn't going to back down so she did too, and the class security had to interject,"

"You got security guards on stand-by in them classes?"

"Yeah, I mean as much as we would like to, like you know, not have them there. There is a fact we can't reject, and it's that our kids are not as safe as they are supposed to be, not to us, not to themselves or others," She explained, and I simply hummed before offering silence in a prompt for to continue the story and thankfully she understood the quietness. "Well after that I got them to understand by equating the emotional hurt to physical wounds,"