Turning her head to face me, tears poured down her face. “I have a grandmother here that I never knew about. My mom’s mom.”
“That’s not bad, baby… means you got some family.”
She shook her head. “No, Goo, she’s not my grandmother… she is my mom.”
Her shoulders fell forward as she broke down and told me everything that happened. The shit had me so fucked up, I ended up sitting down on my ass. It was hard for her to talk because she continued to choke over her words.
Still in disbelief.
Not able to process how some shit like this happened to her. I understood how she felt, because her entire life had been a lie. For good reason, it had been held back from her, but two things could be true at the same time.
“Shit.” I pulled her from the couch and pulled her between my legs.
Wrapping my arms around her, we rocked on the floor as she sobbed. “They’ve always been my brothers and sisters.”
“They are your brothers and sister. Nothing changes, and I don’t care what you found out. Kora and Menace protected you because they thought that was best for you. I can’t front… seeing how this shit has you, I think I would have too.”
She turned around. “You would keep something from me?”
“I can’t speak on the future, but if I knew it would hurt you like this… I would, baby. My job is to protect you, so if that means omitting things, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“I’m your lawyer.”
I laughed, as I kissed her neck. “This is what you’re worried about?”
“Yes. You are supposed to tell me everything.”
“What happens when you become my wife?”
She turned in my arms and held my face. “I half expected you to run… my mother has the mental capacity of a four-year-old, and I’m a product of rape… honestly, I’m not shit. You should just go on with that girl that was trying to suck your dick on your mom’s block.”
“Zoya, what the fuck? She wasn’t even trying to suck my dick.”
“I know… I hear you, you want her.”
Between Zoya and her brother, I was about to lose my mind. “I want you to suck my dick… only you. Wanna know what else?”
“What?” She messed with my beard with her eyes closed.
“I wanna suck on yo pussy like a mango seed… for the rest of my life. I’m not thinking of anybody else, just you Boobie.”
“Even after finding out that I’m an auntie… think Menace will call me Auntie?”
Kissing her face, she squealed but held me around the neck. “I love you, Zoya. This shit is heavy, and I know it will be with you, but therapy, Boobie. You got to talk to somebody… you cannot hold this close to your chest and isolate. Shit not healthy.”
“Says the man that was in prison. Isn’t that what you do in there?”
I licked my lips. “The reason so many of us end up going back. I’m not perfect. I find peace in Allah… that’s not everyone’s story though.”
I could tell that she had to be mentally there, and she wasn’t. As much as you may have wanted therapy for someone, they hadto take it in their hands and go. She yawned, and I kissed her lips.
“Since you got me up, go lay down before I head down to the gym.” I stood up, pulling her to her feet.
“You could have let me catch my flight.” She held my hand as I walked her crazy ass back to the bed.
“Stop running, Zoya… start communicating. You have fucking degrees. I witnessed you eat prosecutors up in court. You have the tools to communicate, use that shit and I’m not gonna address this shit again, eh?”
“Okay.”
