The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Ten

I laid in my bed curled into a ball. I didn't eat much and I didn't want to see anybody. My mother kept asking what was wrong and though I didn't tell her, I felt like she knew. Every time Zy'Air came over she would tell him I was sleep or that I wasn't there. Even if she didn't know the details she knew it had something to do with him. From what Annie told me, she pulled a gun on him and told him to stay the hell away and out of knowing who my mother is, he did. He knew she wasn't bull shitting about killing him dead and I don't think he wanted to try her. I kept my window locked at night so he couldn't slip in. I would hear his light taps trying to wake me up so he could come in, but I just ignored his attempts. I have nothing to say to him and I don't think I ever will. A lot of things about Zy'Air should scare me that doesn't. There are a million reasons why I shouldn't be with him. But I ignored all of that and stood by him. And the first time I needed his support, he walked out on me. He's not the type of person I want to be with. And even if deep down this was just him being immature and he didn't know any better, I don't know what he can possibly do to make up for all of this.

I heard a soft tap on my door and I got ready to face whoever it was trying to bother me now. I felt a hand rub my shoulder. I turned and sighed in relief that it was my mother and not Annie. She's been acting weird lately and with my current emotions I just don't have the time to deal with her.

"How are you feeling Stinkie?", my mother asked.

"I've felt better but I'll be okay".

"Are you going to tell me what has had you so down lately?"

"I don't want to talk about it".

"Well, I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever you want to tell me".

"I know, Mommy".

Her expression changed telling me she prepping herself of my reaction from whatever she was about to say. I could tell already I wasn't going to like it.

"I know you don't want to see him but-"

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry, but you know I threatened his life and told him I'd kill him if he didn't stay away. I thought the lil nigga was gonna be pussy but he was bold enough to come to my door asking for you".

"So, what?"

"Stinkie, the boy looks like he's been through hell. If you down with the nigga at least be woman enough to tel him to his face".

I rolled my eyes. I don't want to see his triffling ass. "Let him in".

My mother patted my shoulder and left out the room to let Zy'Air in. I sat up on my bed, not caring that my hair was a mess, my clothes were dingy, and my breath probably smelled. Since he wanted to see me so bad, I'll give him the good, the bad, and the ugly. Zy'Air came in the room and closed the door before facing me. When he did, a part of me felt bad for him. He did look like he been through hell. Well you piece of shit, I've been through worse.

"You haven't been returning any of my calls, Zoy".

"I know".

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"You hate me don't you?"

"I don't hate you Zy'Air".

"Then why are you doing this? Why are you treating me like this?"

"Treating you like this? Were you the one who made the worst mistake of your life? Were you the one who went against everything you believed in? Were you the one who laid there while some doctors you don't know went into your personal space, violated you, then left to be alone throughout the entire process by someone you thought cared about you? I think the fuck not!"