Chapter 4 #4
I sent a mug in Ommy’s direction while she listed every possible reason as to why she couldn’t give this North dude a chance.
I loved my girl, but she was so cautious that she made the people around her take the risks for her.
She lived in a shell that protected her from ever dealing with the type of things that normal people endured.
Don’t get me wrong, she was strong as fuck, but she was avoiding everything that made life worth it.
I guess I was one to talk, but my movement was out of my safety, so it differed tremendously from hers.
“But Luna, he’s in the streets. I can’t do that to myse—”
“Didn’t he tell your egg head ass that he wasn’t? Are you hard of hearing or deaf?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Both. What about everything that I stand for? What about all of the lectures I give my brother and father? Am I to abandon them?”
“No, Bitch. I get that you believe that he has street ties, but what’s wrong with getting to know the man? What’s wrong with seeing where this could take the two of you instead of thinking the worst of every situation? Who knows Mr. Direction could be your soulmate.”
She laughed at me. I refused to call him North. I mean it was a cute name, but what mother named her son after a freaking direction?
“Fine. But you know I don’t believe in soulmates. I believe that there are peo—”
“People who God sends into your life for a certain amount of time. Blah, blah blah and all that sad heartbroken shit that you really don’t believe in.
Everybody needs and wants love, Ommy. We just have to know what is for us and what is not for us.
Some niggas aren’t for us, and some are, you never really know.
The thing is you can’t be close minded to everything though.
You gotta be open at some point, right?”
“I hear you. I swear I do, but my heart ain’t really in none of it.”
“I get that, but maybe you need to move a few ways until your heart does feel that way.” I smiled sarcastically. I loved my friend enough to always give it to her straight regardless of how she’d feel afterward.
“Yo, what the fuck did you put on him this morning?” The deep baritone interrupted my thoughts. When I looked up from the cup of coffee in front of me, I spotted none other than her fine ass brother standing a few feet away from our table.
“Why are you here? Where is my baby?” She looked worried immediately.
“With Pops. I came to talk to you about something. The lil’ girl behind the counter said you were over here.” Then his eyes found their way onto me. “We ain’t speaking, Luna?”
“I mean you saw me before you approached this table. So, the question is if you’re speaking. Anyway, I’ma give y’all some space to talk. I need to run to my office, Ommy.” I slid out of the booth and stood to my feet.
“Yo, you are stubborn and beautiful as fuck. Hello to you too, Luna,” Knoxx finally greeted.
I chuckled and gave him a quick wave, before continuing to my office.
I walked in just in time to see my phone lighting up on my desk. I grabbed it and answered without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“Finally, after all this time I get you on the phone. You wouldn’t happen to be avoiding me, would you Lunarius?”
My father’s voice should have been familiar to me, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was the very voice that sent a chill down my spine. Now I was hating that I had even answered the phone in the first place.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think you’re avoiding and running from the wrong people. I think that you need to come home before I have you brought home.” The edge to his voice was enough to enrage me.
“Are you threatening me, Belarus?”
“No threat intended. I am merely a father missing his child. The entire family and I are worried about you, Lunarius.” He now tried to throw the family in there when we both knew this had nothing to do with me, but everything to do with what he felt like I owed him.
My father thought I owed him my life because he brought me into this world. I begged to differ.
“What do you want, Dad?”
“For you to come home. It’s time for you to rejoin your family.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “To rejoin what family? The family that casted me out thinking I would choose them over my child? Definitely not the family who paid for my head.”
“If I wanted your head, princess I would’ve had it.
I admit my ways of getting you to do what was necessary might’ve been harsh, but you did what you needed to do.
Your child is my grandchild, so I never believed that, but her father was not of us.
He had to go and I’m glad you made the right decision. ”
Just him bringing up what happened enraged me.
Of course, I did what I had to do, and, in the end, I resented myself for choosing my family over my daughter.
That decision has haunted me every day since I made it.
I protected a family that didn’t give a shit about me in the end.
Now my daughter will be forced to grow up without a father, because I took him away.
Instead of saying anything else to my father I hung up the phone.
I was having a good day until I was reminded of the choices I’d made in the past. I killed Hayel because he had only used my family to build a case.
My father allowed him in and of course I had to be the stupid one to fall for him.
I not only fell for the mole, but I also made a baby with him.
Things happen though, and I made a decision that would forever sit with me.
I didn’t know the full repercussions of my actions just yet, but I had a feeling I’d know soon enough.