Stranger in Moscow

Long time no hear

Drew

After driving for roughly forty five minutes listening to my baby sing his little heart out,  we had finally arrived at our destination. Andy Warhol Art Exhibition. Zion is in love with art, and it's delicate features so I decided to bring him to the showcase airing this new artist from New York City. I can't remember what the man's name was but I heard he was an excellent artist.

"Mommy where we at?" He mumbled as I grasped his little hand as we walked across the street towards the creme colored, two story warehouse laced with a massive amount of people just standing in line waiting to enter. Luckily for me, I had connections everywhere so I could bypass all of this waiting in line for hours on end.

"Well I brought you to an art gallery baby." The joy that graced across his face whenever I mentioned the word art to him was impeccable. He was literally the happiest little guy with his ruby red cheeks where nothing could bring his happiness down, not even his  poor excuse of a father.

"Good evening Ms. Smith, come to do an report on Mr. Langdun's artwork huh?" The security guard James mumbled as he bit his lip while looking me up and down the second I arrived at the front of his line. Of course there was some attitude from my peers who had to stay waiting in the line, and that I had the advantage of skipping.

"Actually not this time James, I just came to show Zion the amazing artwork that will be showcased tonight. I heard the artist was magnificent and his art was a sight to see." I stated looking down at Zion as he held a permanent smug on his face while he watched James continue to flirtatiously stare at me. Out of nowhere, I felt my body being pulled into an extremely tight hug by James.

"Oh that's dope but when will you give me them digits and stop playing with a brother?" James once again stated causing me to roll my eyes. Every time I come to this place, he's begging to get my number. I mean he's very attractive, I give him that, but I just can't allow myself to step out on Derrick again. Besides he doesn't qualify for my standards no way. James is 30 years old man who hasn't left his mother's nipple yet and I just do not have time to babysit no grown ass mommy's boy. But that's not my business though.

"Never baby, now are you going to open the door or not because my son is literally two seconds away from beating you ass." I mumbled into James ear trying not to curse in front of Zion, before he removed his hands from around my waist. We both looked down at Zion and seen that he had his little fists balled up ready to attack. I couldn't help but to smirk at how overprotective my baby is over me.

Without another word being said, he undid the red rope and opened the door granting us access to the very unique art show. There had to have been at least ten to fifteen people at every photograph displayed just staring at the photos in awe; hell some were even shedding a few tears at how deep the photo touched the depths of their souls. Of course you know, you had your journalists and camera crew here as well taping every scene that occurred tonight. 

As we checked out the artwork, Zion had massive amounts of questions for every photo that we stopped by as to why the artist decided to create the picture and what it resembles. Questions I had no answer to whatsoever but I tried my best to describe the distinctive photos. I was just so excited to see that he was so interested in the different textures to art so I just gave him my opinion on why I thought Mr. Langdun's offer. I guess he got that from his daddy because I am not an expert in art.

"Would you mind telling me why my son isn't in the bed right now, and why you're dressed like this." A familiar voice whispered in my ear as his hands tightly wrapped around my waist. Quickly turning around in his arms, I was met with my infamous fiance Derrick, who might I add, was supposed to be in Chicago right now on a business trip.

"Why is he here?" Zion mumbled not once removing his eyes from this particular painting. I would assume that the painting just drew him in entirely because he's been staring at one particular painting for roughly ten to fifteen minutes.

"Mommy this women stole your face..." He mumbled finally taking his eyes off of the painting. Taking a good look at the photo titled Stranger in Moscow... The painting consisted of an array of colors and funny shapes but it formed into a very beautiful woman. She did resemble me though, which was very freaky but I have to admit, she's gorgeous.

"I don't think so baby." I lied as I continued to stare at the photo while I tilted my head in confusion as I mentally rolled my eyes realizing that Derrick was still staring at my side profile.

"So you're just going to act like you don't hear me speaking to you Drew?" Derrick angrily mumbled as he interfered into me and Zion's conversation. Ugh, I wish he would just go, I rarely get a chance to see Zion, due to me working so much and he is messing that up for me.

"As you can see, I was having a conversation with my son. What are you even doing here, aren't you supposed to be in Chicago right now?" I mumbled not wanting to cause a seen around all of these people.

"Don't worry about me, why is my son here around all of these people instead of being in the bed, where he belongs ?" Hearing him call Zion his son really made me want to cringe. Zion can not stand Derrick, and he really doesn't show him any respect. I mean of course in front of me, he minds Derrick but I can't help it if he doesn't like his father. He doesn't even refer to Derrick as his father; he's just plain old Derrick to him.

"We were on a date, something your ass doesn't know anything about." Watching as confusion washed over his face, I mentally rolled my eyes because I just knew that he was about to say something really stupid. He always does.

"You're dressed like this to go on a date with your fucking son?!" He sort of hollered attracting the attention of some bystanders. Nodding my head, I slightly turned my head to the right to notice that Zion was once again mugging the fuck out of Derrick. To be five, he sure did understand a lot.

"And how am I dressed?" I stupidly asked. When you want someone to notice you, you'd take any form of judgment. Even if it's from this asshole I call my fiancee.

"Like a fat washed up whore who just got off of someone's dick." Hearing him speak of me in this type of fashion was nothing new to me. He doesn't like the fact that I was born with curves, he's used to the skinny females. He's always disliked the way my body was created, he's even stated it during the lousy sex that we have.

Blinking back some tears that was hanging at the brim of my eyes, I slightly turned my head to the left to check on Zion, but he wasn't standing beside me anymore. "I hate you so much." I mumbled before I walked off ignoring his next statement.

For what felt like ten minutes, I walked around calling out for Zion, only to come up empty at every photo. My nerves was already in shock after what Derrick said, and now I can't find my son.

"Mommy... Mommy?!" Zion hollered out running up to me attacking the back of my legs as he wore the most proudest smile. "I seen the painter mommy." He excitedly screamed out once again earning a few awe's from a couple of bystanders that walked by.

"Baby don't you ever wander off like that again. You really scared mommy." I mumbled as I bent down to his level picking him up and grabbing the piece of paper from his hand checking out the paragraph that was written by the painter.

"I tell you mommy when Derrick called you fat." He mumbled getting real mad once again. I hate that he knows so much and observes everything he sees. At least I know he'll be a very smart young man.

"Yeah baby but let's go get something to eat, and maybe some ice cream." I mumbled as he began to yell out his favorite ice cream, which in actuality was my favorite.  Everyone around him began to mumble how cute and bubbly he was.

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