The world is chaotic and cold. No love to give and no warmth to feel. It was easy to live in that kind of world when it was the environment you were raised in-it's just sad for the ones who were thrown into the mix without warning.
The only advice...
Zuri stared at the still woman before her. She wasn't upset, she wasn't sad, nor was she apologetic. She was angry and empty.
"Zuri go do somethin' productive." Her dad said, walking into the room where he kept her.
"What's productive to do around here?" She questioned under her breath but Jerome heard her.
He stared at the back of her head before shaking his head. "Mi a need yuh tuh speak tuh mi wid respect."
Zuri sat in the available ottoman positioned infront of the wheelchair before standing up and walking towards the door. Jerome was standing there with his arms crossed, staring down at his emotionless daughter.
She didn't waver eye contact with him because she knew better. He nodded his head and moved aside and watched her walk out of the room and straight towards the basement door. She hesitated before opening it and descended down the steps of pure hell.
Flashback over
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Zuri hadn't heard from her dad in awhile. Not since he called just to yell at her for ignoring him. She couldn't take it anymore. He only complained when it was convenient for him and Zuri couldn't understand why her not speaking to him was necessary. He'd missed his chance to be there for her when she needed him and she wasn't going to reel herself into his web just because of who he was.
