A Beautiful Mess

Twenty Three

Zyale (Twenty-Three)

I managed to get London to let me leave. I swear I need to drop out the drug game. This shit is really biting me in the ass.

I waited in the alley impatiently.

"Well hello there..." A familiar voice rang. I have not heard this voice in seven years.

"Fuck you want, Zafirah!" I growled. My heart burned with rage, hands itching to pull out my glock.

"You left me!" She approached me, tears welling in her eyes. "I was only fourteen!" She banged on my chest but none of that affected me because I was wearing a bullet vest and she was weak.

"Speak English would ya?" I lifted her chin.

"Unity is five" Jada is four, is she telling me I have another kid? By her? Then another on the way. And lost my son!

I swear if felt nothing but pure anger as I snatched her up by her neck. She squealed scratching at my arms.

"Let me go!" She choked out turning purple. I released her and she dropped, her lungs probably begging for air, "can you come home with me? J-Just to see her?"

I looked down at her with my jaw clenched and nodded. I picked her up and carried her to her car.

"I still love you, Zyale. You were my first with everything. My first kiss, my first kid, my first time having sex, my first -"

"I get it, damn." I said, much annoyance ringing through my tone.

"Oh" she sputtered, "you grew so much."

"Yeah, four years can really change someone."

We pulled up at her house, it was a simple, clean complex. I saw the park across the street.

"C"mon, Z!" she beamed, widely.

We entered her house and I saw the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. I mean Zafirah is an exact duplicate Megan Fox except she's black with light hazel eyes. 

Zafirah

I saw his eyes widen at the sight of Unity. "Hi baby girl, what's your name?" Zyale asked her.

"Unity" Unity said shyly, her bright green eyes focused on him.

"Unity, guess who that is?" I sat near Zyale and she sat in his lap.

She shrugged and rested her head against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. He glowed holding her.

"Who?" She casted her gaze on me.

"Daddy"
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if you dont know how to pronounce "Zafirah" it's (Za-Fear-Ah)