The Resistance

Chapter 35

"Kayla, honey, where were you?! You had everyone worried sick."

She wiped her tears, but she remained silent. The way she was curled up on mom's chest let me know that she had done something really bad. She looks so devastated.

My guess is that she got caught stealing again. Her and those no good girls she calls friends got caught stealing out the mall last year. Crazy thing is, they blamed it all on Mikayla. She tried to convince everyone that they were lying, but it was four against one. Maybe that's not the case here though.  Unless she actually didn't get caught and now she feels guilty about it.

"Jahmir where did you find her? Where has my baby been?"

It was almost as if they had a telepathic conversation with each. Both of them were staring at each other with pleading eyes.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?" Mom started getting defensive. "Jahmir this child is two years younger than you and she is a minor at that! I cou-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Jahmir broke their silence. "There's no way I would ever pursue your daughter. Not that one anyway." That second sentence was so low I couldn't hear him.

"Then what's going on?"

"I would much rather Kayla tell you. I should go home though."

"Sorry for the accusation, Jay." Mom frowned.

"Oh don't worry about it. Nothing wrong with being a concerned parent. Good night y'all."

He left so damn quick. I was going to follow him, but when I looked out the door, he was already at his door. Dude should have been on the track team or something.

I shut the door, listening to mom and Kayla's conversation. She kept trying to get Kayla to confess to where she was, but Kayla begged her to leave it alone.

"We all have to be up in about six hours. Maybe we should all get some sleep and talk about this at a later time?" I suggested.

Mom finally gave it a rest.

"Fine. Good night girls. Try and get some rest."

Kayla silently thanked me before going up to her room. Now I'm really curious about what's going on.

{Jahmir}

Monday morning. Ugh, I hated to get out of bed, but obviously I had to.

I sat on my bed, putting my shoes on when I heard a knock. I looked up to see pops standing there. He had on his work attire, which surprised me. Lately he had been spending so much time with Ellen. I just assumed he wouldn't be going to work. Let Janine tell it, they were about to get married. Guess she was wrong.

"Can we talk?"

I got up and walked past him. I got all the way into the foyer before he stopped me.

"Don't be like that."

"Be like what!" I folded my arms across my chest as I glared at him. "Oh please excuse me for not being extra excited to talk to a man who switched up on me. Surprised you even talking to me right now. Where Ellen at?!"

Much to my surprise, he raised his hand to me again. Oh I really didn't expect to be hit again. Not from him of all people.

I smirked as I rubbed my face.

"Son I'm sorry! I shouldn't have did that."

I chuckled as I turned and went out the door.

"Jahmir wait! Ellen and I aren't getting married."

I looked at him. Question is, why should I fucking care?

"I think you may have been right. I mentioned a prenup and she went crazy. She swore up and down that you put me up to it. That was my own decision though. I'm all for spending my money, but it's going to be at my own will. I'm not going to let someone dictate how much of my hard earned money that they get. It's mine. Well, ours son."

He held his hands out to me, and to fuck him up, I started flinching up and pretending to panic.

"Son." He appeared to be on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry. I should have never done that to you. I'm not going to hit you anymore."

"I'm supposed to believe that from somebody that literally just hit me?"

"What do I have to do to prove that I'm sorry?"

This one question will determine how I handle this whole situation.

"Are you done with Ellen?"

"Not completely. We have decided to slow things down. Marriage isn't in the plans any time soon."

I should have known he wasn't going to let her go. That would make too much sense. I'm over it. I'm over him. I'm tired of being so emotional. Fuck this shit.

"Will you forgive me?"

I let that question go unanswered as I left him standing there.