“Alright ladies, are we ready?”
Marcus asked as he reached the bottom of the steps.
“Ready? You’re coming?” Finley
asked giving me a confused look. She and I were headed out to pick up Zana and
go prom dress shopping.
“Yes, you’re mom and I talked about
it last night.”
“No, we didn’t. You said you were
coming to carry me around everywhere like I’m some sort of invalid, and I told
you I would be fine and would take lots of breaks.”
Marcus walked over smiling as his
arms circled my ever expanding waist. “This will be fun and I can be there to
veto anything I think is too revealing,” he said, smiling over at Finley who
rolled her eyes in response.
“If that’s the case, I’ll just be
wearing a sack.”
“I like the sound of that,” Marcus
replied, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Let’s go.”
Finley and I filed out of the house
knowing there was no use in trying to argue with him. When we got to Zana’s
house, Finley jumped out of the car no sooner than Marcus put it in park.
We sat in the car and waited, when
the door opened Zana’s stepfather stepped out instantly yelling at Finley.
Marcus was out of the car before I could even get the seat belt off.
“Take your freak of a daughter and
get off my property!” he yelled. “I shouldn’t be surprised it’s your kind that
would be responsible for messing with Zana’s head. Like she wasn’t trouble
enough.”
“My kind?” Marcus asked stepping
closer to Zana’s step-father. “You might want to rethink what you say next!” I
heard the warning tone in Marcus’ voice and I knew this was about to get bad
real quick.
Zana came out of the house carrying
a bag. She had been crying and had a very defined red mark on her face.
“Where the hell do you think you’re
going?” Her mom asked running out behind her. Finley rushed towards Zana, but
her stepfather pushed Finley back.
That was the last straw for Marcus,
he had the man pinned to the ground, pushing his face into the concrete walkway.
Zana’s mother started pounding on his back as the man yelled out a slew of
curses.
“Girls get in the car now,” I said.
They both stood frozen watching the scene unfold.
“Now!” I yelled again and they both scrambled
towards the car.
“I’m calling the police!” Mrs.
Roberts yelled when her attempts to move Marcus failed.
“Marcus, baby, let him up,” I
pleaded. When he looked up at me, I couldn’t help but to take a step back. The
last time he looked that angry was the day he and Mulo fought.
“Marcus,” I said calmly. “Don’t do this.”
“Yes, officer. He just started
beating on my husband, please hurry.”
Marcus turned in the direction of
Mrs. Roberts hearing her frantic call to the police. Quickly he pulled Mr.
Roberts to his feet, throwing him in the house.
“Amari go to the car,” he said
before slamming the door shut.
I tried the handle, but it was
locked. “Marcus!” I yelled banging on the door. I heard more cussing, then a
scream, followed by silence. My heart was pounding as I continued to bang on
the door until I heard the sirens.
Both Finley and Zana got out of the
car as the officers approached.
