It Continues with Our Legacy

F O R T Y - E I G H T

Z A Y A - H I L L

I was home alone since everybody had something to do besides me. zachariah said it would be quick but i was still a little nervous. i was walking to the kitchen when somebody started knocking on my door causing me to jump.

i decided to ignore it when the knocking started to increase. i grabbed a knife and walked to the door peeking out the window seeing it was kunta.

i don't want you talking to him.

i sighed and decided to just let him in, "yea?"

"look, i know i came off a little weird earlier, but i ain't like how that nigga was coming at me."

"i ain't like how you coming at him."i said starting to shut the door but he stopped it with his foot. "kunta!"

"where everybody at?" he asked pointing to the driveway.

"on there way back." i lied biting my lip. he chuckled and pushed the door open further.

"is that right?" he asked forcing his self in. "you know, i really don't like how you ratted my nigga out on live the other day." he said pushing me on the ground.

"get the fuck out!"

"bitch, what is yelling gone do? you know what we do to rats? all you had to do was marry the nigga, why you hoes make shit so damn difficult?" he snapped starting to look out the window. "where's this nigga at?"

"who?" i asked hoping he wasn't talking about michael.

"bitch you know who. zaya you was my nigga man, why you have to do that shit?"

"i didn't do shit! if you're okay with michael putting his hands on females you can go to hell with to! KUNTA! he electrocuted me! that's okay to you?"

"he ain't do all that."

"look at these burns, these cuts, bruises. you okay with that shit? because if you are maybe i gotta start questioning your fucking character cause that ain't coo man." i snapped as tears started running down my face.

he just sighed and shook his head, "damn did he just manipulate me?"

"yea kunta he did. and that's your friend and if that little story you told me was true, you should know he does that very very well."i said slowly starting to stand up.

"fuck! zaya he told me you hit his ass! and you said no to marriage."

i scoffed, "i told him no because i wanted to graduate first get our finances together, legally and then yes! i said yes to a fucking kid! why wouldn't i say yes to marriage Kunta?" i asked damn there about to cry. "KUNTA! i loved him do you get that shit? i fucking loved him than he flipped okay. he started cheating and beating my ass. i don't deserve that shit. now that he abused my kids, i can't see them, not even michaela. he took my kids from me." i said full blown crying now.

"if i can't get my kids, man i might just jump off of a roof. you understand that shit? he fucking broke me kunta."

he sighed and locked the door back going to the patio and locking that, "come here zaya."

i shook my head no growing scared of him, "i'm not gone hurt you! just come the fuck here." he snapped making me sigh.

"for what." i mumbled but he pulled me into a hug and started rubbing my lower back.

"i'm sorry that nigga did that to you for real zaya. i didn't know that shit was true that you said on his live..." he mumbled and i soon started to feel safe.

"where is he kunta?" i asked when his eyes started to widen as we saw somebody pull
up in our driveway.

"kunta." i said instantly getting scared.