Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

11

Do you know the difference between May and Might? Do you know the difference between May and Might?

"May" implies a possibility. "Might" implies far more uncertainty. "You may get drunk if you have two shots in ten minutes" implies a real possibility of drunkenness. "You might get a ticket if you operate a tug boat while drunk" implies a possibility that is far more remote. Someone who says "I may have more wine" could mean he/she doesn't want more wine right now, or that he/she "might" not want any at all. Given the speaker's indecision on the matter, "might" would be correct.

"You may not want to do this," Bron tells Zima.

Zima's eyes are tearing up. I've never seen someone look so distraught in her life. She doesn't even look the same. Her hair is in shambles. She smells like alcohol from here. I look at her wrists and I can see marks. Marks that let me know she's tried to hurt herself before and the more I go up her arms with my eyes, I see more marks. Drug marks. We lived in Philadelphia. I'd seen these before. Zima was definitely strung the fuck out.

"You ruined my life. You piece of shit. You ruined everything for me," Zima states.

I'm so confused. I'm so confused.

"Zima put the gun down," he states backing up.

"NO!" is her reply. .

Her hands are shaking. She barely knows how to aim the gun. She looks like she's having a nervous fucking break down right in front of us. She's pointing the gun at Bron. I don't think she's even noticed me as of yet. She has this idea in her head. This mission. The kind of face that lets you know she's been wanting to do this for a while.

What the hell had I missed in these past years.

"How did you even get a gun?" he asks her. '

That's when I see Bron's hand go up. He's making a signal. He's making a signal towards me. He's trying to get me out of here. I can see his hand waving me away.

She hasn't noticed me yet and maybe I can leave. Maybe I can get out of here. I start backing up slowly out of the room. Zima is tearing up. Her wails are so loud that you would think she was the one with her life being threatened.

"Sucked some guys dick for it. That's what I'm reduced to now. Can't work. Can't see my daughter. Can't live. All because of you. You made sure of that, didn't you Bron?" she asks.

Her anger is so intense. I want to walk out of the room. I want to make a run for it but I'm so sure she is going to kill Bron if I do. There was no way I was going to do that.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, "Don't blame him for your shit."

Wrong move. Wrong move.

I notice her turn to me all of a sudden in her drunken stupor. For the first time she notices me in the gigantic room and her eyes look over at me like a hawk. She looks livid when she sees me.

"You're up..." she states.

"Zima, I don't know what happened to you in these last couple of years," I start, "But there has to be another way."

"No wonder he let off my neck for a minute. It's because he finally cared about someone else more," she states with this random odd smirk, "It's because you woke up."

That's when she points her gun at me. I gasp. I can't believe I'm in this situation. I can't believe after waking up from a coma I was back in this fucked up situation. I raise my hands. My heart is beating so fast. I shouldn't have said anything and looking at Bron's face he is confirming that. He looks so worried at that moment. He looks as though Zima is really going to hurt me.