Terminal One

Decisions, Decisions

2 months later....

Knock, knock, knock

Making sure Iyonna is straight, Zac lifts from the couch heading to the door.

"Who is it?" He yelled softly, ensuring he was loud enough for the person to hear him but not wake up Iyonna.

"It's Imani..." she called back.

"Just the bitch I wanted to see." Zac murmured malicious to himself. Opening the door.

As soon as Imani saw his face, "Zac..." he grabbed her by the neck, closing the door behind her, again, making sure he didn't slam it to wake Iyonna.

"I should fucking KILL you.." he grumbled through the grit of his teeth.

"Zac..." Imani managed to get out as a single tear escaped her eyes. Holding onto his hands tight trying to pry them loose from her neck.

"I told you not to try no dumb shit...Did I?!?!" He asked with a raspy voice.

Imani nods, as Zac starts to yank her body as if she weighed nothing. "Did you actually think I was gon' let that shit slide.."

Imani shakes her head, "I swear to God Imani the ONLY thing keeping me from snapping your muthafucking neck is MY DAUGHTER!!!!" He told her, adding pressure, "DON'T YOU EVER COME BY HERE AGAIN!!!...DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Imani nods as Zac shoves her to the floor. He leans into her. As she's choking and gasping for air. "Zac...please..." she sobs, trembling with fear.

"I'm licensed to kill now Imani. Try that shit again." He warned her. "I came to say I was sorry, Zac please..."

"I don't wanna hear that shit..." he waved off opening the door. "Get out!!!" "Please Zac. I swear. I'll do right this time, please..." she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Iyonna is all I have.." she begged, shaking with every word. "You should've thought about that shit before you tried to kidnap her.." he told her with zero remorse.

"Awe look, It's the Bride of Chucky." Big Ma said, walking up with her hand in her purse. "Whatch wan' girl?" "Big Ma. I'm just trying to see Iyonna.." Imani told her beggingly.

"Yeah you tried that shit the last time..." "I swear I didn't mean to. PPPLEASE!!!" Imani begged again.

Big Ma takes a closer look at her. "Peanut?!?!" "Yes Ma'am." Zac uttered, losing his stance because of the way Big Ma called him out.

"Did you put her hands on her?" Zac goes silent, "BOI!!!!" "OUCH!!!" "DIDN'T..." "OU!" "I" "OU! Big Ma I'm sorry.." "TELL YOU" "Ok. Ok. I'm sorry.." "Who lays the hands on 'em bitches..." "Big Ma or Fatima.." "Exactly. You don't be puttin' yo hands on a girl. You let us handle it. Ya unerstand me?." "Yes Ma'am." Zac mumbled sadly, remembering the last time he got hit like that he was only 9 years old.

"Now you..." as Big Ma pointed her glock at Imani.

"Big Ma wait." "The bullet I gave ta ya clearly wasn't enough..." "But it was, I swear. I just got outta jail, Big Ma. I don't wanna go back..." "Well good..." Big Ma said, going into the house. "Get on in hea.."

"But Big Ma..." "Peanut..." Zac growls under his breath, fighting the air but Big Ma pays it no mind. Knowing that's what Zac does ever since he was two and didn't get his way.

They get to the kitchen, "I put a bullet in her, she went to jail, and you choked her up..." Big Ma said, running down the list, "she's already outta strikes, so the next time she tries anything. Cupcake gon' make sure she meet her maka..."