𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

Prologue

Genesis
|Houston, Tx 12:34am|

It's inhumanly cold in here. Aint no way this bitch aint froze to death yet. I swayed back and forth lightly to get some warmth shooting up in my blood. I wanna go home.

The humming of the vending machine was enough to make a nigga mind burst. The front desk lady didn't seem to mind it, it was like she tuned it out.

The man adjusted his badge on his uniform and brushed his hand against the top of my hoodie like I was some kid that lived to be part of the juvenile system.

"What's his name? We need to know in order to register him."

This conversation has already been going on for a good 7mins, the same response just in a different format.

"I- I don't know his name." The man looked down at me with a sly frown, he looked sad enough he almost fooled me. Almost.

She made a few clicks on the mouse before looking over the counter and directly at me. I could tell she was growing impatient, none of us asked for our night to begin like this.

"What's your name hun?"

I didn't buy the fake warmth in her voice. Her body language gave it away and besides she wanted a specific piece of info I knew would cause deeper trouble. I adjusted my hoodie but I didn't make eye contact with her. I shrugged rebelliously.

I don't know.

She muttered something under her breath and the man shifted causing the handcuffs in his belt to clink.

I studied the room. If the house I was raised in wasn't like this I'd think this place was disgusting and poverty filled, but what am I to say? The thought almost made me laugh.

"For the last time sir, we can't take him in if we don't know his name, should we draw his blood?" He shook his head. The tapping on the keyboard made me anxious.

I knew he was trying to read me, I didn't mind it. I knew he couldn't. He pulled my hoodie off causing my dreads to fall and cover my eyes. My first reaction was putting my defense up but I thought quicker as I eyed the gun in its holster, holding my arms to my side.

"His name is Genesis. It just came to me."

Genesis?

That must've been the first time I looked up; the confused expression on me and the lady face showcased that we all knew that name would never match a nigga like me.

She started to type again accepting the fact that "Genesis" was really my name. I ain bother protesting I know why he chose the name.

"Last name?"

"Coleman."

More typing. I stared at the lady for awhile and it dawned to me that she shared a resemblance of my ma, the thought made me wince. The anger inside felt deep in the depth of my stomach but I held still.

"We rarely have kids dropped off this late at night, this must be an emergency." We didn't answer.

"It was a rush but it was needed that he came here. It's safer." He said it clear and I knew he meant it. It was silent for awhile before she finally addressed us.