The Lord's Prayer, the prayer Jesus used to instruct his followers how to pray, is well known among Christians. The prayer is recorded in Matthew 6:9-13 & Luke 11:2-4. One portion of the prayer says, "Give us today our daily bread," (Matthew 6:11). The first, and most obvious, meaning of this request is that God would sustain us physically. We also recognize God as our provider and rely on him to meet our daily needs.
I sit passenger side as D'Anthony drives. It's quiet except for the music playing. We're going to D'Anthony's Dad's house for dinner. I was surprised when D'Anthony asked me to come. It was a whole ass mess the last time when he found out who my Dad is, but D'Anthony says he wants to apologize, so I'm down.
I look over at D'Anthony as we sit at a red light. He says he's not mad at me about the whole Brayden situation, but he's acting like he is. I look at his arm that's rested on the Middle counsel then I grab his hand intertwining our fingers. He turns his head slowly looking at me as I smile at him making him bust out laughing. "You so fucking weird. What you want?"
"Why are you so quiet?" I ask.
"I'm not more or less quiet than I usually am. What's up?" He asks looking forward then hitting the gas once the light turns green.
"What's up with you?" I ask right back.
"I asked you first, but I'm chillin'. You keep asking if I'm still mad about that Brayden shit and I'm not worried about that nigga. He got a black eye, so I'm satisfied. I don't wanna be around him, see him, talk to or talk about him. It's dead. What I do care about is this dinner with my father. That's what I'm worried about right now."
"Why would you be worried? We're just going to eat and you said he wants to apologize." He just shrugs not answering my question with words making me furrow my eyebrows.
When we get to his Dad's house D'Anthony parks in front on the side of the road. We get out of his car then walk up the pathway stopping at the door. He rings the doorbell as I grab ahold of his hand. Soon after the door opens with a woman behind it I've never seen. It wasn't any of the aunts I met at the funeral. She smiles warmly inviting us in. "Zipporah, this is my Dad's girlfriend, Lena. Lena this is my girlfriend, Zi." We shake hands exchanging nice to meet you's as we walk down the corridor. She's pretty..and young, I think to myself.
"Y'all can go wait in the living room dinner will be ready in a minute," she tells us.
"Do you need any help?" I ask to be polite.
"No thank you, sweetie. I'm a bit of a control freak and don't like people in my space while cooking. I don't wanna rub you the wrong way with my OCD," she says making me chuckle and nod my head in understanding. "Thank you for offering though."
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The God Complex || GoldlinkGeneral Fiction
D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention...