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

FOURTEEN

M E S S I A H

With a steady turn of my hand against the wheel I was quickly pulled over before Grace's home while the soft sound of music continued in the car.

"Imma walk you to the door,"

"Gentlewoman," She joked, making me smile as I opened my door to exit the vehicle while she did the same. My strides pulled me in her direction after a push of my car door closed, and the instant I arrived in her space we began our journey up her walkway.

"Thank you for today," She affirmed as we moved side by side, and the reality prompted my head in her direction to capture her brown eyes.

"I should be thanking you," I replied in a low voice that was fueled by the exhaustion in my body, and she smiled as we settled before her door.

"I'll see you Messiah," She voiced, and her call of my name had my cautious nature quickly awakening to take a hold of my mind to find remembrance.

"Uhm Grace," I called out, and my voice had her hand pausing on the door as she returned her eyes to mine.

"Yeah?"

"Call me M,"

"M?" She questioned with a small frown of confusion, or maybe just...curiosity?

"Yeah, when we on the phone, call me M," I explained and she nodded as realization and understanding swarmed her eyes before overtaking her features.

"Okay," She agreed. "An—,"

"You good with that?"

"Yeah, and you bringing that up kinda reminded me that I left my purse with everything in the car," She pointed out, and I glanced at my car behind us before returning my eyes to her.

Probably for the best.

That boundary is supposed to be set cautiously.

"I'll go get it," I told her before moving off in the direction of my car with a cautious gaze around the environment, just in case. After a quick opening of the car door, the purse was in hand, and I was returning to her to find her front door now opened as she watched me return to her.

"Thank you," She affirmed as I settled in front of her with an outstretch of the purse that had it being transferred into her hand.

"You're welcome,"

"Let me know when you get home safe," She told me and I chuckled under the instructions of my cautious nature, who would do no such thing. "Can't do that either?"

"I'll call you tomorrow," I told her in a silent confirmation for her question.

"Okay M," She expressed and I nodded with a small smile before walking off to return to my car.

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The sounds of the schoolyard danced around my ears as I continued to sit in the backseat of my car while awaiting my younger brother's presence. Due to my mother's busyness, she had asked me to have him picked up, but my trust for people when it came to them was rather shallow so here I was in the back with my driver sitting up front.

My decreasing patience rejoiced as I saw him jogging towards the vehicle after the long wait, and my hand immediately flew upwards to pull the door open, which instantly prompted his vessel on the inside without much effort.

"Hey," He greeted with a release of his duffle bag on the car's floor while closing the door, and I simply hummed.

"How was practice?" I asked as the car began to move, and the question only prompted a frown to pull his face together.

"It got canceled,"

"So what took you so long?"

"We got detention instead," He revealed, looking completely annoyed and frustrated by the fact.

"For what?"

"We had another fight today,"

"You?"

"No, two of the defenders and because it's the second one this week we got detention today, team bonding tomorrow and no more practice until next week," He explained, gazing into my eyes while he did.

"Damn,"

"That shit ain't fair,"

"It ain't but y'all a team so it falls on everyone," I told him honestly, knowing and understanding the reality all too well being who I was and experiencing what I did and what I still do.

"That don't make no sense,"

"It does, you got to look at it like this, if you mess your ankle up playing ball, your entire body get affected, not just your ankle," I began to explain. "You gon walk different, sit different and pretty soon your knee gon get fucked up too if your ankle doesn't get fixed, a team works the same way. When a tiny toe is hurting the whole body stoops down to attend to it."

"At this point I don't wanna be on the team no more, all they do is fight," He revealed frustratingly.

"How often?"

"Like every month or sometimes every," He stated, sharing the reality with me and I sighed understanding how bothering that must be for him.

"So why don't they just remove them from the team?"

"Because the entire team fights, so they just get suspension or detention then come back when it's up and do the same shit," He explained. "I want a transfer Siah,"

"You want a transfer?" I asked with a frown and a contradicting smile as my phone began to ring, which had me immediately pulling it from my pocket.

"Yeah," He confirmed as I gazed down at the illuminated screen of my phone to view the caller ID.

D

"You know mom ain't gon let you get no transfer because she don't wanna move," I told him while motioning for him to give me a second as I answered the phone. "Hello,"

"Hey M, come by our house when you free," He stated in a manner that had me knowing whatever his reason behind him asking to meet was bound to stress me out.

"Thirty to forty mikes," I responded, remaining in code since his usage of saying our house instead of just the club had me knowing code was needed.

"Aitte," He voiced, and with that I ended the call, returning my attention to my brother.

"Whatchu saying?"

"What if I get a transfer and move in with you?"

"You know mom ain't never gonna allow that," I told him truthfully and he sighed while moving to retrieve his own phone from his pocket.

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