Zakeel ^
C H A P T E R 30
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"How long you gonna run for? Let me catch you baby..."
"Mama stop." Mika huffed as her mother tried to examine her jaw for the third time. A nasty bruise was left after Achilles dug his long ass nails into her skin.
"I'll stop when you tell me what happened Chile?"
"I told you, I got into a fight with a girl at school."
"Oh gawd." Marilyn scoffed, rounding the kitchen island to tend to her pots on the stove. "Them girls at the college already starting? Ye' been there for a short time Mika."
"I know mama, but I sorted it out." She says, lying easily.
Marilyn points her wooden spoon at her. "Don't make me come on up in there, and take that damn sweater off, it be too hot."
Shifting uncomfortably on the kitchen stool, Mika clears her throat. "I'm okay..."
She wanted to curse Achilles out for all the bite marks and hickey's her left on her chest and neck.
After he basically dry humped her until she orgasmed, Mika's conscious kicked in and she kicked him out before they could have sex.
No matter what, she couldn't involve herself back with him. Mahika knew she wouldn't be able to handle the heartbreak again, and the fact that a bottle of Percocet's had slipped out of his hoodie while he was trying to have sex with her,gives Mika a better reason to not go back to him.
Crazy, obsessive, and sprung on drugs? Hell to the no.
Her uncle, Marcel walks into the kitchen and Mika smiles lightly. It was heartbreaking when your uncle looked identical to your dead father. Sometimes Mahika finds it hard to be in the same room as Marcel, but she gets by.
"Wassup baby?" Marcel smiles, pulling Mika into his arms and kissing the top of her head. "How's college?"
"Good."
"Nuh uh, tell ye' uncle about your fight." Marilyn chimes in.
"Fight?" He raises an eyebrow. "Is that why your jaw bruised?"
Mahika shrugs, playing with the fruits in the glass bowl. "Yeah..." time to lie again. "Some girl got upset about me pushing her in the hallway, she was carrying some project and it fell and broke."
"Did you at least win?" Marcel smirks.
"Marcel!" Marilyn scoffs.
"Yeah I did..." Mika smiles. If not giving in to Achilles is winning, then... "Where's Renae and Jamie?" Mika asked.
Renae was Marcel's wife, and Jamie was their eight year old daughter, Mika's only cousin that she knew of due to all her mothers family being on Barbados island.
"They went out for a spa day or sumn like that." He answers, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and biting into it.
"Wash that damn apple Marcel, too many hands be touching that." Marilyn says as she stirred the food in the pot.
