Loves Betrayal

MEETING ZION

I had just got out the shower and gotten comfortable on the couch when Amir and Zion walked in the house. I slightly glanced up and then put my attention back on the television. Zion made his way to the reclining chair in the corner and I could feel his eyes on me. I looked up and made a face as to say problem? why are you staring at me dude?

"Is there something that I can help you with?" I asked looking at him with the stale face. 

"Nah, lil mama you good" He replied with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and continued to watch "Dear White people." I haven't had much time to catch up on the current season due to the fact that Shani and I had been watching it together. She just gone have to be mad that I finished it without her. 

"Man, What the hell is this half pint?" Amir said as he sat next to me with his blunt in his hand. Half pint was a name that only he called me. Came from when we was kids and I use to try to follow up behind him and the boys and he would always respond with " you can't go cause you just a half pint of cream and we can't let you melt" I never understood the analogy behind that. It use to always piss me off when they told me no, still does. 

"It's Dear white people" I said as I reached over and grabbed the blunt from him taking a long drag from it and passing it back. He gave me a funky look and passed it off to Zion. 

"Why it ain't called Dear Black People?" Amir asked

"Cause that racist! Could you imagine white people going through a list of things they feel we do wrong and complaining about our culture. oh wait they already do that no need to make a show about it" I said 

"Makes sense, I guess that college degree of yours has paid off" Amir said with a chuckle. I punched him in the arm hard as hell.

"Chill half pint, it's a joke, we all know you are the smartest of the Franklin clan" Amir said as he passed the blunt back to me. 

" So, what's your boys deal?" I asked motioning towards Zion 

"OH Zi, daddy and uncle jay didn't tell you?" Amir said 

"I like how there is a whole conversation going on about me like i'm not here" Zion chimed in. I looked over at him and giggled. 

"Okay, well spill what's our deal? Where did you come from? How long you gone be here? How do you know my brothers? and are you on some fuck shit?" I rambled off at him causing his face that once held a smile to become stoned and stale. 

" My pops and you dad was best-friends, I'm not sure if you was old enough to remeber my father. His name is Chris, your father and mother called him Deuce. We use to always come here and visit y'all during the summer. Well, my dad was killed a few months back and after going back and fourth arguing with your dad about whether being here was the best choice than staying there in Atlanta, I finally gave in and came here to Miami. There is no telling uncle Tfrank no." Zion said as he leaned back in his chair. 

"Wait,  uncle Deuce is dead and y'all didn't bother to say shit to me" I yelled at Amir. 

 "You gone have to take that one up with pops, What I will say is the reason as to why you just now finding out is because if you were told when it happened you would've wanted to go to the funeral. Atlanta was too hot for us to be trying to bring you with us so dad said we would wait to tell you" Amir said as he got up from the couch and walked off to the kitchen.

"Damn, You and my pops was close huh?"Zion asked as he seen the hurt expression go across my face. 

"Yeah, I use to love when he would come and visit. I always got my way when he was around. Mama couldn't lay a finger on me cause he wasn't having it. He never question my choice in dating Micheal or anything "I said as I thought back on all the conversations I had with him. He was the only one that gave me the nickname red and made sure that he was the only one who could refer to me as such. 

"What about your mom? You just left her?" I asked puling myself from my thoughts. 

" I haven't seen ,my mom since I was five, She's a junkie. Her habit has always been more important to her than being a mother." Zion said 

"oh, I'm sorry" I said 

"Don't be I was raised by a great man. You know what I always wondered?" He said looking at me. 

"What is that?" I asked 

"Your whole family is deep in this drug shit, Like even auntie Nicole is thugging it out. What made you say nah, this ain't for me?" He asked

"Wow, I've never been asked that before. There are two things that factor in that, one is the fact that I lived that shit through my moms and saw the stress she went through on late nights waiting for dad to come home and jumping every time the phone would ring, having hoes constantly lying on his dick, knowing damn well they couldn't even tell you what it smelled like. The second factor is my father, he wasn't having that shit at all. no questions asked it was a no"I said 

"So you feel like dating a dope boy gets you cheated on?" Zion asked 

"out of everything that I just said that's the part that you decided to focus on? I never said it was but the chance are definitely higher when dating a dope boy. They have bitches throwing pussy at them left and right and who's to day they are going to turn it down" I said 

"Nah, remind you that we just had to pull your ex from out of your house. He cheated on you and that nigga is a bum. Have you ever thought that maybe a thug is what you need in your life?" Zion said as he got up and walked off, leaving me there in my thoughts. Okay ZIon, okay.