Zaria- Chapter Sixteen
Kids ran through my front lawn like little wild cubs while Love whined because she wanted someone to pick her up.
The front of my house looked like a mess, and now I understood why June was reluctant to even have the party here.
He and Yana argued until the first guest arrived; now he was nowhere to be found, leaving me with the distress of what had taken place.
My eyes scanned the lawn looking for him when I spotted Samara holding Savior while getting cotton candy, and Foe holding Peace while playing one of the shooting carnival games.
“Foe!” I shouted.
His head spun my way. “If June sees you,” I said.
He waved me off while he played the game, and Peace was watching him.
Harvey was doing the face painting while Preach worked on popcorn.
Sasha and Zeus played games with Sy’ann, enjoying their moment of parenting, while Lakia stood back staring at her brother.
Yana tried calming a crying Love while Dio sat in the water bin, and the other guys threw balls to drop him in, while the younger girls admired Symphony’s belly. I spotted everyone but my man.
Leaving them all to enjoy the party, I headed into the house. “June!” I called out, but I heard nothing. “Where the hell is he?”
I moved through each room in our home, and still no June. I walked back outside to see that Diamond had come out in a full clown costume, trying to get Love to see that it was him, but she wasn’t having it. When I saw Bishop, Indigo, and Lulu, I hurried over to them.
“Hey, have you guys seen June?”
I could tell by the look on Bishop’s face that the answer was no. Indigo rubbed my arm.
“I’m sure his crazy ass is around here. He sent a text earlier to remind us not to forget dinner.”
I briefly closed my eyes.
June!
I waited for a second, then nothing. My heart began racing, and panic set in. My mouth started to feel dry, and everything around me started spinning. I began making my way back to the house when Samara stopped me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I… I’m fine. Just need a little water,” I lied.
I hurried up the steps, and as I opened the door, he was standing right there.
“Shit!” I shouted. “Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you.”
His voice was low, his eyes glassy, and his jaw clenched. “I was here. Always will be,” he mumbled.
My head flew back. “I went to every room in this house, June. You—”
“Z, relax. I’m here now.”
Ever since the shit with Clark, something had been off, and if he thought I was dumb, he was going to find out soon.