Inevitable

1.

"ugh I'm gonna be late getting back." I mumbled to myself as I speed walked home. My dollar tree bag giggled in my hand with my boxes of noddles and whoppers candy.

I looked both ways as traffic slowed down. I ran across the 4 lane highway almost getting hit at the last second. It didn't scare me, that always happened. "hey, can I have a minute of your time ma'am."

I turned and looked at the older black man approaching me. He had salt and pepper hair and a salmon shirt with slacks and dress shoes on. He wore a cross around his neck and a wedding band on his finger.

"I should be getting somewhere but yes sir." I said politely.

"Are you a christian woman? Do you need a home church?" he questioned quickly I guess thinking I'd cut him off.

"I am. My father was a pastor-" I said before I was interrupted by a loud mouth man.

"pops, leave the girl alone. You see she carryin' them bags." the boy said eyeing his dad. He looked to me and gave me a crooked smile. He was handsome, and dressed nice.

His greenish-brown eyes stood out the most to me. It was uncommon to see someone with his chocolate brown skin with such light eyes.

"Its getting dark, uh are you close to home?" he asked. I bit my lip wondering if I could trust him. Something felt different I'm me today.

"yes, its actually down this street." I said pointing to a long street that eventually led into a neighborhood.

"oh...well I'll let you go then I guess." he said kinda putting his head down and shoving his hands into his sweat shorts.

"oh, so you just want me to get kidnapped?" I asked laughing. "come and walk me."

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me. I surprised myself, I wasn't shy but I just didn't talk to guys cause they all wanted the same thing.

"So what's your name?" he asked finally breaking our silence. I pulled my box of whoppers out, offering them to him. He smiled and gladly took some.

"Im Nesha." I said bored. I hated my name honestly. Your name is who you are and my mom decided to give me this plain jane name with no meaning.

"Im Micah." he said before popping a whopper in his mouth. I smiled, his name meant humble and meek. I studied Jamaican culture in my psychology class at my old school.

We fell back into a peaceful silence as we approached my house. I saw my step-wanna be dad waiting outside the house. He was smoking a gar.

"uhm, well this is it. I enjoyed your company Micah. Can I..well nevermind." I said before quickly giving him a hug and trying to escape. He grabbed my elbow stopping me from tripping over myself.

"Here." he handed me his phone. It was already on the contact list. I added my number and smiled, giving him his phone back. "I'll see you around Nesh." 

I watched him speed walk back up the street as he called someone. We weren't in the best neighborhood but I was sure a big guy like him could protect himself.

My mom's significant other looked at me as I entered the house. I almost choked as he blew smoke my way. I rolled my eyes and push through the front door.

"mommy." my son whined. I picked him up and kissed his forehead. "hey bubby, I missed you."

~Thanks for reading! Leave a comment and let me know what you think. ❤️ ~Yannie