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THREE MONTHS LATER
ZAYVIOR AND I HAVE BEEN TOGETHER for three blissful months now, and I've never felt happier. He showers me with affection, spoiling me with his time and thoughtful gestures. Lately, though, his illegal dealings have been consuming more of his time. He's been cautioning me about potential threats, warning that we need to be extra careful because there are people out there looking to settle scores with him. I play along, acting scared when he mentions it, but deep down, I'm anything but afraid. If anyone dares to come after him, they'll quickly learn that I don't mess around. I'll paint the town red before letting any harm come his way.
I found myself at my dad's house, relishing the increased time we were spending together since we had a heart-to-heart. Just as we were engrossed in conversation, Ja'zai barged in unceremoniously, causing my dad to erupt in anger.
"DON'T COME IN MY HOUSE BUSTING THE DOOR AND SHIT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he shouted
"What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"My girlfriend is pregnant," Ja'zai blurted out, stunning both me and my dad for different reasons.
"She's pregnant?" my dad exclaimed, clearly shocked.
"You have a girlfriend?" I questioned, equally surprised.
"Yeah, and now she's pregnant, and I don't know what to do," Ja'zai confessed, clearly overwhelmed.
"What do you mean you don't know what to do? You need to take responsibility and be there for her. You two are having a baby together, for goodness' sake," I asserted, feeling frustrated by his uncertainty.
"But it's too dangerous with the street life I'm living. I can't have my future child exposed to all this," he explained, prompting a heavy sigh from my dad.
"Maybe you should lay low for a while," my dad suggested, a notion that didn't sit well with me.
"He needs to get out of this. He can't keep living like this," I interjected, knowing my dad wouldn't appreciate my perspective.
"Baby girl, once you're in, you're in. It's not that easy to get out," my dad reasoned, a sentiment that only fueled my frustration.
"But that's your son! Don't you want your grandchild to have a better life?" I argued, feeling exasperated by the prospect of Ja'zai continuing down this path.
"We'll talk about it later. For now, just lay low," my dad insisted, to which Ja'zai reluctantly agreed.
As Ja'zai's words sank in, I couldn't help but shake my head and let out a heavy sigh. The situation felt overwhelming, and I struggled to find the right words to express my frustration and disappointment. It was clear that there were deeper issues at play, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—concern for Ja'zai, disappointment in my dad's response, and a sense of unease about the future. But for now, all I could do was shake my head and hope that somehow, things would work out for the best.
