The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Fourteen

My mother insisted that I move out of the house for a little while. Even though no one saw me actually murder Latisha but Annie, she still thought it best if I laid low. My neighbors know how it is to live in the area we live in, but it isn't called the burbs for no reason. All they needed to hear was a gun shot and the police was arriving at my house. Thankfully I was already gone.

My mother said that if anything should point back to me, which she doesn't feel like it should, that she would be a perfect alibi. As far as the police would know, it's everyone else's word against mine. Plus, nothing should tie me to Latisha's murder. 

I haven't heard a word from Zy'Air, and I can't say that I'm surprised. It's like he vanished out of my life. Like he was never there. I feel like I would be hurt by it if I was distracted by the fact that Andrew is somewhere alone, with neither parents. He doesn't deserve that, no kid does. All because I wanted to find out what I already knew; that my boyfriend was a piece of shit. I should've never invited her over to my house. I definitely should've have let her have sex with me either. I knew it was wrong yet I let them both take me down a path that I'm still trying to figure out if I always wanted to go down all along. This entire situation has my mind on edge. 

My mother walked into the apartment out of breath and holding more grocery bags than she could carry. I got up to help her when she kicked the door wider for the person behind her to come in as well. 

"How does spaghetti sound for dinner?", she asked me.

I nodded my head then turned my attention back to the person standing behind her. My mother put the bags she was holding on the floor and grabbed the bags the person was carrying and went into the kitchen. No one has ever floored me to one spot except Zy'Air. His hold on me before even realizing there was a hold is probably why I stayed all this time. This guy did the same for me, except it was different. It was something rebellious about it. Don't get me wrong, Zy'Air was bad, but this guy felt worse. And it was sexy. He looked older than me, maybe in his mid thirties. The veins in his muscles showed, making me wonder if his member had veins that popped at as well. His eyes devoured me, almost making me uncomfortable. He was tall, and chocolate, and looked like he wanted to hold me up on those strong shoulders of his and taste my fruit. And got dammit, I would let him. 

My mother came back by the front door and stopped in her tracks, noticing the obvious lust that filled the room. 

"Stinkie, this is-"

"Mom! I am twenty five years old, and you're still calling me that?"

She put her hands up in surrender. "Well, excuse me ma'am. Zoyanna, this is Earole. He used to run corners for your father back in the day. E, this is my baby girl".

"Nice to meet you", I said.

"Zoyanna is it?", he asked. God, his accent was fucking liquefying.

"Yes", I choked out.

"What a beautiful name".

He continued to stare at me, damn near undressing me with his eyes. My mother looked from him to me and smiled, then walked to her room and closed the door. I kept switching from one foot to the next, unsure of what to say or why he was even still here.

"Aren't you a bit too old to be staying with your mom?", he asked.

"What makes you assume I'm staying with her?"

"I've been helping out June Bug for two years now. With groceries and making sure she's safe. I've never seen you around here".

"Well, I live across town".

"With your husband?"

I cleared my throat. "No husband".

"Boyfriend then?"