His Past // Zion Kuwonu

Ch. 7

Tj

Everything hurt.

Everything.

I tried moving but it was too much pain.

I could barely get my eyes open, only to be met with blurry vision.

The ground was cold and hard.

I moved my neck so I could look down as much as I was capable of, which wasn't much, but I could make out that I was wearing the same outfit from my run.

Only this time my clothes were much dirtier. My shirt was yellowing, no longer the bright white it once was.

My shoes were muddy and my leggings had small holes in them.

I don't want to look like this.
I don't like it.
I don't like hurting like this.
I want to go home.

"Good morning, Taylor" A loud voice boomed near a door in front of me. I've heard that voice before.

The door quickly opened, and I flinched. Out of the dark hallway emerged a tall figure wearing all black.

Cliché.

"You didn't tell me you were leaving...so I came here. Don't make that mistake again, Taylor." He spoke, getting closer to me.

I didn't respond.

"Get up." He said, reaching his hand out. Disgusted, attempted to get up by myself. I don't need his help.

With much effort that was hard on my body, I managed to stand up.

"Aiden" I breathed, quietly.

"I came all the way from Florida because you left without telling me." He spoke.

There was a reason for that, dumbass.

He sat down at a table I didn't realize was in the room.

"Are you going to sit or stand there looking stupid?" He said hitting his hand on the table. I flinched again.

This is exactly how I remember him, and he wonders why I left and didn't tell him.

I sat down, resting my hands in my lap.

"I'll get straight to the point." He paused "if you work for me, this will be less painful for you, and those you love." He said, his voice getting a little quieter.

"I don't know what you think 'this' is, but you will not get away with this." I spoke, getting frustrated.

I want to cry but crying shows vulnerability and vulnerability shows weakness.

"You didn't let me finish!" He said, raising his voice. "You are going to work for me. You will live here, and do what I say. See? Simple." He spoke.

"What if I don't want to?"

"You will regret it. You will suffer, but Zion will suffer the most."

"Don't hurt Zion...he means too much to me."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew about his past, Taylor."

I thought about what he said for a second.

"What do you mean?" I said, confused.

"Would you ever date someone who has...killed someone? I bet you wouldn't."

"I-what are you talking about, Aiden?" I said, shaking.

"Zion. I'm fucking talking about Zion! He killed someone. Why do you think he hasn't told you anything about where he previously lived?!" He spoke, his voice become louder.

"No. No he didn't. Not Zion. He didn't fucking kill anyone, Aiden!" I said, my voice cracking. "And who are you to judge someone else killing a person? You're a drug lord! You've probably killed people and yet here I am being forced to talk to you! I didn't want anything to do with you after I left Florida! Why do you think I left without telling you?" I raised my voice.

The door behind me creaked, and I noticed two other figures come in. I recognized them as the two men who boarded the plane with me. Aiden nodded towards them and they repeated the actions back to Aiden.

He cleared his throat. "I know you love Zion. But he's no good for you, Tj-" "you don't get to call me Tj, only my family gets to call me that!" I cut him off.

"Okay, Taylor" He paused "If you help me, you won't get hurt and neither will Zion. I know you like him, even if he is no good for you"

"That's not true."

"You're going to help me." He ignored my comment.

I sighed. I'm tired and I want to go home.
But I don't want Zion go get hurt.
But what if he did kill someone
There's no way he did...he would never.
Would he?

"Fine. I'll help you" I spoke, feeling guilty already.

"Good. You didn't have a choice anyways, Taylor." He chuckled.

With that he walked away, the two men followed behind him. I noticed a file cabinet in the opposite corner of the room. I grew curious, and made my way over there as quick as I could, considering I was still in pain.

I don't know what they did to me while I was out.
I don't even know what time it is or how long I was unconscious for.

I opened the file cabinet, searching for anything that could be useful. I rummaged until I found a folder that intrigued me.

Mandy Kuwonu
Age: 41 years
Birthdate: Dec. 18 1976
Death: August 4th 2005
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Children: Zion, Elom and Kékéli

Mandy was shot by Aiden Trey Harris on August 4th 2005 in Ottawa, Canada. Mandy's children and husband were never told.

That's all I could read of the folder before I felt sick to my stomach. I felt around for my phone, sighing once I realized it wasn't with me. They took it. I quickly shoved the folder back into the filing cabinet and wiped away the tears that I didn't realize fell from my face.

Aiden killed Zion's mother and he was never told the truth. He's been lied to about his mother since he was 6 years old, and so have his siblings. This will crush him if he finds out. My heart would break if I had to tell him this.

I wiped more tears and fell to the ground, laying on my side. I felt the familiar feeling of the cold hard ground. That was the most comforting thing I had right now. There was no bed in this room. It was just the table and a filing cabinet.

I shut my eyes, wanting to go to sleep and forget about everything...

A/N; did you guys like this chapter? It was so much fun to write! I wasn't sure how old Zion's mom is but I'm pretty sure I got her birthday right??? Be sure to comment and vote ❤️