|Issaiah Love|
I enter the apartment with Foreign right behind me. Omega is knocked out on the couch with 6ix in his cage. I motion for Foreign to stay quiet and lead him to the bedroom. He had something to tell me about the letter from his cell mate and I'm ready to hear it. He starts to pull off his jewelry and his shoes while I wait impatiently for him to speak. What could he possibly have to tell me about his cell mate?
"Before I tell you, just know that I had your best interest at heart and all I want to do is protect you."
"Foreign you're scaring me, what is it?"
"The letter that my cell mate sent was for you."
"Me why?" He walks over to his night stand and pulls out the letter then comes to hand it to me. With shaky hands I open up the letter and read it.
Dear Issaiah,
There are situations that I have put you through that I am not proud of. If there was a way that I could go back in time and stop myself from causing you pain I would do it in a heartbeat. I know that you don't know what has been caused to you or who I am, but if you allow me the opportunity to come and see me then I can tell you everything. I want us to build a relationship with each other if you allow it.
Inmate 486592
"You good?"
"Why are you just now showing this to me?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion not knowing how to process this new information.
"I didn't know how you would respond."
"I'm lost for words right now, how long have you had this?"
"A few weeks."
"So you let me go talk to who I thought was my sperm donor listened to me express how I felt about the situation; and you still decided to keep this from me?" I tell him more so than ask to confirm my suspicions. How could he keep something as serious as this from me?
"I was keeping your best interest at heart."
"You had no right holding this information from me."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Foreign, you lied to my face. I trusted you to keep it real with me and you sneak around behind my back."
"I was just trying to protect you."
"Right intentions wrong move."
"So you wouldn't have done the same thing?"
"No because I know you can handle it. So you keeping this from me has me feeling like you think I'm weak."
"I know you're not weak Issaiah."
"Then you should have told me Foreign! The nerve of you to feel like I couldn't handle it. What do you think I'm going to therapy for? I'm not the same person I used to be and you of all people should see that."
"Like I said I was protecting you."
"I don't need you to protect me, I can handle it."
"Yeah then the next thing I know you're fucking passed out somewhere overdosed on pills or laying in a pool of your own blood with your wrists slit."
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you too, I'm making sure you're good because I know how the fuck you get."
"I can take care of my fucking self. I'm not a kid and I'm damn sure not your fucking kid!"
