Heart Made of Stone

Leon Jr?? 11

(This song is the kind of life that Alisha had to endure)

Alisha POV

"Ms. McFadden?" Noah was looking into my eyes when I zoned out. I blinked with a frown.

"Yes?" I softly answered him. He once again let concern for me cross his features.

"I was asking for a recommendation for the other services could we provide. Then you zoned out on me." he stated.

"Oh sorry. I have other things on my plate today," I apologized. "but maybe we could get around to getting local barbershops, and restaurants on board will be nice." I sat back in my chair. "Think we need more volunteers to organise these possible shops. For now we need to write up a proposal for the mayor to look at to get a little funding to reach more people." I finished excited.

His eye squinted behind my blinding light. With equal enthusiasm, " I am glad to see you on board, and that my mom chose you for this."

I blushed deep red." Awe, come on I love this job for that. It allows me to help more the people that needs it the most." I said. I realize that my passion shines when I talk about doing things in the community. Noah was smiling appreciatively at me by the end of my conversation with him. I sat my note book on the table. I just so happen to look at my wall clock 11:23am? Wow we almost spoke a hour on just this subject. "Well, I am going to need to take my lunch now if you don't mind."

Standing up. I stretched my arms up in the air. Noah watched me intently. I noticed the air of the room get heavy again. I shoo Noah out grabbing my clutch. He followed me out still watching me. "Dr. Martin?" I turned to him flustered at myself. "I will make copies and pass it out to my clients and place them on boards in various places. I suggest you do the same." He gave me a glorious smile and nodded. I watched him saunter away.

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Leon Jr.'s POV

Alisha was fixing a plate to hand to me. She smiled in my direction and asked me did I want a dinner roll. I asked for her number instead. She laughed. The sound was rich and soft at the same time. Today she has on a pin-stripped pant suit. She should be wearing dresses and skirts if she was my woman. I felt myself frown as I grabbed a plate from her. I smiled again.

"Have a nice dinner." My love said to me. I would want her to do that for me everyday. I sat down at the nearest table facing her. I watch her smile at women, children and men. I felt my anger rise watching them react to my bride.

She served the last meal. She made her plate and sat down. Other people had her attention. I noticed a camera crew was speaking to her. I lowered my cap to keep for being recognized. I adore my wife I thought, she don't know if I'm alive.

As people was leaving I gathered the courage to approach her again. I spoke softly trying not to startle her. She smiled at me gathering her things while volunteers was cleaning up." Can I help you sir?" She asked ever so sweetly.

I looked at her and said, "I'm Leon Jr. My father and your mother gave me permission to have you as my wife." I watched as her face turned sour as if I stink, then her eyes grew really wide opened. She let out a yelp and ran out of the tent.

"What happened? Was she happy to see me?" he beamed.

AN- I am having difficulty developing crazy ass Leon Jr. He is a creepy individual that is actually worse than his father. Leon Jr is suffering from schizophrenia.