Her Keeper

Chapter 2

--Julliet Morrison--

Though I was still mad at my Dad for leaving, I kissed him goodbye on both cheeks. I slowly wrapped my arms around him only to feel him encompass me in a great, warm embrace, which warmed my heart. I didn't want to let go, but I knew that I had to. He had to go.

"Goodbye, cherie." He kissed the side of my face lightly before we released each other and he picked up his luggage.

He looked over at Geo who had been silently watching us from off the side. "Geovanni," he said in a low authoritative tone, to which Geo nodded. "Take care of my baby." Geo nodded once more. "And yourself." My Dad added, as he embraced Geo.

My father had always treated Geo as a son. He probably even saw him as just that; the son he's never had and Geo treated my dad with utmost respect.

I remember Geo living with us for a few years when I was younger, he was always distant though. Always locked away in his room and I can't quite remember why. What I do remember though, was that we never got along.

After my father went his way, I was left standing staring after him beside Geo.

"Come on, Jules." Geo said to me after my dad was completely out of sight. We made our way outside and toward his car. He held the door open for me and allowed me to slide into my seat first before he made his way around to the driver's side and got in.

After Geo got situated in his seat, he lit what looked like a blunt and brought it to his lips, taking a puff. I watched him as he kept his face straight ahead with his hand on the steering wheel as he parted his plump lips to allow the smoke to escape through them. After he released a decent amount of the smoke, he looked over at me.

"Is there a problem?" He asked, which caused me to shake my head.

"No." I dryly stated.

"Good, then can I have my face back?" I rolled my eyes a bit, then refocused them on him.

"What do you get from smoking?" I asked in a curious tone.

"What d'you get from being a lil' brat?" He retorted in the same tone.  I tilted my head at him and scoffed.

"What is your problem?" I scoffed.

"I don't have any. What's yours?" He fired back with an unamused chuckle.

"I don't have any either." He nodded a bit.

"What's the move for today?" He asked, changing the mood and topic.

"Oh, I'm about to go see my boyfriend." I replied truthfully and observed the way his jaw muscles flexed in irritation.

"I see." He said becoming quiet for a little bit before speaking up again. "Ya' dad know you got a boyfriend?" He asked.

"No, he doesn't." I shrugged.

"Why not?" He pried.

"Because, he wouldn't accept it." I admitted.

"Good, because neither do I, so I suggest you get rid of him before I tell your Pops." He stated, which caused me to scoff at his bluntness. "Who is this guy anyway?" He interrogated, practically sounding like my Dad.

"His name is Alexis." I rolled my eyes once more. "And it's not really any of your business."

"I think I should meet this little fool if I'm going to take the risk of letting you see him." I scoffed at his choice of words and the way he ignored my last statement.

"No!" I rebutted defiantly.

"What? You don't got no confidence in ya' lil' friend?" He teased with a smirk.