Just Like Dad

Fuck!

Malik in mm

Tuesday
August 21, 2033
3:48 pm

Momma damn near bit my head off when I came home, but Malik had showed up and she only ended up sending me to my room.

I sat there, arms over my eyes, thinking of my fucked up life and low-key going to sleep.

A knock on the door made me groan and turn on my side.

I heard footsteps walk to the bed until somebody sat alongside me.

I ain't say nothing, hoping whoever it was would get the message.

"Aye. You aight, youngin'?" A familar voiced asked.

I silently cursed in my head, knowing it was Malik.

I mentally sighed cause I knew if I ain't say nothing, his hulk ass would throw me across the room.

"I'm straight." I grumbled.

"You ain't gotta lie to me, boy." He chuckled.

I sat up and stared him in the eyes before letting out a chuckle of my own.

"Why the fuck you care? You ain't my pops, you Zari's." I spat.

"And what does that mean? Just 'cause I ain't yo biological father don't mean I can't be a father to yo' ungratful ass." He said, raising his voice.

"I don't need nobody, alright." I stated, laying back down against the headboard.

Another knock came to the closed door before it evaporated to reveal the king of fuck boys: my bitch ass father.

"Malik. Let me talk to him." He said as we walked further into my room.

Malik nodded before yanking my shirt and bringing me a few inches from his face.

"Zari and Trell told me bout the shit you been doing too. You betta watch yo'self, youngin'." He snarled.

He shoved me back on the bed before getting up and walking towards the door.

They spared a nod before Malik left and Trent sat on the bed.

I shook my head at they bullshit as I patted down my shirt since Malik big ass ruined it.

"If I ain't gon talk to somebody who pretends to be my pops, what the fuck makes you think imma talk to you?" I scoffed.

"I told your mom the same thing." He spoke.

"What you talking 'bout?" I asked, little confused.

"I told Sam, your mom, the exact same thing you said earlier." He repeated.

"Look, man. If you gon be cryptic and shit, we can cut yo' visit short, like right now." I said, getting frustrated at whatever the fuck he was tryna do.

"I don't need anybody's help. Me, my dad, and Logan don't need anybody. Exact quote." He replied, looking me dead in my eyes.

"What? You said that or som'?" I questioned.

"Sure did." He affirmed.

I let out a loud laugh, clutching my stomach and shit. I was straight dead.

"Fuck you tryna tell me, man? That you had this bullshit ass childhood and you know exactly how I feel. You funny. Fucking hilarious." I said through my laughs.

He ain't do nothing. He just stared at me with this serious ass look on his face.

Ion care what he say. He bluffing, I know he is. He gotta be.

"You can't be serious." I stated, my laughter dying off.

He still ain't say nothing. He actually started laughing and that's when I got scared.

"You full of shit, man." I scoffed, getting off the bed.

All I wanted to do was get out this crazy ass house. See Atlas or something, anything was better than this.

"What do you know about me, Maj?" He spoke before I got to the door.

"Don't fucking call me that." I snarled.

"It's funny how alike we are." He chuckled.

I turned around quick, run up on him and pushed him back.

He ain't go nowhere cause he was just like Malik hulk built ass but I could something in his face shift.

"I ain't nothing like you! I ain't and never will be!" I yelled in his face.

"Tell me what you know about me, Major." He repeated calmly.

"You cheated on ma and skipped town. There's nothing else to know." I huffed.

"My father was abusive to me and my Dad, mostly my dad. When I was about your age, I stood up to him: told him off, got my ass kicked-- the whole ten yards." He rambled.

"Fuck that gotta do with what you did to momma!? To me!?" I shouted, tearing up.

"It doesn't." He shrugged.

"What the fuck? Is this some joke to you? Huh, nigga?" I yelled, pushing him.

I kept shoving him as I felt the tears run down my face.

Fuck him. Insensitive basard.

"I know it hurts, son. I know it does." He said after a while.

I stopped hitting him and looked up at him, my eyebrows furrowed cause I literally could not believe this nigga.

He had his arms out with a slight smile.

"I know you ion want me to hug yo' stupid ass." I sniffed, wiping my tears with my arm.

He shrugged, putting his arms down and sitting on the bed.

"For the longest time I felt like I didn't have a father and I still don't. I just want you to know that I won't do that to you. Never have, never will." He said sincerely.

I scoffed, watching as the tears fell from my face to the floor, where they disappeared into the carpet.

"You don't get it, do you?" I sniffed.

"Tell me what you mean, son." He replied.

"I'm not your son! I never wanted to be! Don't you understand that I don't want to be like you! I never did!" I sobbed.

"I hate how similiar we are 'cause I hate you." I continued.

"Son-" He said, getting up from the bed and reaching for me.

"Your not my father and I'm not your son." I told him before running out the door.

I rushed down the steps and made my way the door.

"Where you going, youngin'?" Malik asked, coming from the living room to block the front door.

"Out." I spat.

"Major-" Momma said, coming into the room.

"You know what, let 'em leave, Sam. He ain't got no choice but to learn." Malik interrupted, moving from the door.

I looked at him before looking at ma.

She looked like she was going cry. I knew this was hurting her, but I didn't know what else to do.

I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"I'm sorry, momma. I'll be back. I promise." I said before letting go and pressing a kiss on her cheek.

I turned back around and went to the door.

I walked out, taking a deep breath of the purified air around me, before taking off down the street.

I wanted to find Atlas. He was a good boy and I had to apologize.

I wouldn't go back in till I did.