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Messiah Zahur Thomas 22yrs

"mess-eye-uh"

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𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚇 ; Houston Adventist Hospital

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"Who?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Before Eli could respond the door opened behind him and Messiah walked in making my jaw drop.

Messiah was my ex from about 2 years ago. We first got together in 10th grade. He was my first love, first fuck— everything. We were literally always together and at first it seemed like puppy love since we were still young, but overtime I started to fall more and more in love with him and vice versa. Bri'on despised him but that's a story for another time.

We eventually broke up over some cheating drama; he cheated on me and I apparently cheated on him too. Even after all that, we decided to get back together and work on ourselves because we were together for literally three years at that point. So I wasn't just gonna drop him without trying to fix what happened first.

Everything was going smoothly between us up until Bri'on died and I fell into a deep depression. After weeks of moping around, I ended our relationship because I was really trying to better myself and I couldn't care about anyone else or even be in a relationship until I started caring 'bout myself first.

He said he understood why I felt the way I did and he said my selflessness is the reason he fell in love with me in the first place. About 2 months after Bri'on died and we broke up, he moved to New Orleans to live with some of his cousins. We texted like once a month just to check up on each other but we both got pretty distracted with our lives.

When we broke up he seemed pretty understanding about everything but I never really knew how our first interaction would be— well I didn't know up until now.

"Messiah?" Aijah and Tasia both yelled, making him chuckle.

"Waddam." He nodded his head towards them and Duck who was now sitting on the couch next to Tasia.

Duck sent him a simple head nod back before focusing his attention back down on his phone. Duck and Eli have a lot of unresolved tension between Messiah and it stemmed from my brother's hatred towards him. Which is, once again, a story for another time. I would've thought they would've dropped it by now but I guess not. It's clear they're only tolerating him for my sake because when Bri'on was alive they had no reason to be cordial with him.

I sat up a little in my bed, letting him give me a hug. He broke away from the hug and kissed me on the cheek while everyone else stood there in an awkward silence from all the tension in the room. Once he stepped back for a second I got a chance to get a good look at his face and this man definitely got finer.

His hair was freshly lined up and he had some more facial hair this time around. I noticed the big tattoo on his neck that definitely wasn't there the last time I seen him. But he still had those cute dimples that I didn't even know I missed.

The rest of the room finally broke out of their silence and started having small conversations on the side. Eli and Duck held the same shady expression on their faces towards Messiah but didn't say anything to him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mir furrowing his eyebrows at Messiah while he held a conversation with Rell but I didn't pay him no mind.

"How you been?" I smiled at him as he sat down at the edge of my bed, leaving little space between us. "Nah nigga how YOU been, you're the one that got shot."

I laughed, "Im good Siah, what about you?"

"'Im straight " He said and I nodded. The more we talked the less awkward our interaction got. He told me about his life in New Orleans and what he's been up to since he moved out of Houston.

"—that's pretty much all that's goin' on with me." I shrugged as he listened attentively. One thing I always admired about Messiah was how much of a good listener he was. If you needed that one person to spill your emotions and feelings out to, it was Messiah.

"I forgot to tell you that you look good." He smirked and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, showcasing

the golds on his bottom row of teeth.

I guess Rell and Mir heard Messiah and they halted their conversation to eavesdrop, well mainly Rell's nosey ass while Mir looked everywhere but at me. Weird.

"Boy! I'm in a hospital bed, I look a mess right now." I laughed.

"So? You still look good. Always did." He smiled, fixing my hair for me. I cleared my throat to get Rell and Mir's attention off of me since it was getting uncomfortable.

"How long you stayin' here?" I asked.

"Shit, maybe like a week. I've already been here for a few days just stayin' with my aunt." He said and I

nodded. It was about 10pm at this point so everyone was getting themselves together since visiting hours were past over.

"You gon' come see me? Once I get out the hospital?" I asked, looking up at Messiah who had gotten off the bed.

"Fashoo shorty." He pecked my cheek twice before walking towards the door. Everyone else in the room watched us attentively.

Siah nodded his head towards Duck and Eli who were still being standoff-ish. They nodded their heads back in response but barely spared him a glance. Siah turned around and sent me a smile before walking out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him everyone looked at each other with I know we all seen that shit, but we're not gon' say nothin' about it looks on their faces.

"BITCH." Aijah came back up to my bed making me look at her in confusion.

"Why you ain't tell me Messiah was back?"

"Uh cause I didn't know?" I said and she rolled her eyes.

"That's Messiah? Like Messiah Messiah?" Rell asked Eli and he nodded.

"How you know him?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"He grew up a few houses down from me. My momma 'nem knew his momma before they movef." Rell explained.

"That nigga got fineee. Well he was always fine, but now he's like FINE FINE." Aijah said making everyone in the room suck their teeth.

Aijah always had a thing when it came to getting the niggas. She's an actual pimp— like the female version of Hugh Hefner. She had one nigga do her dirty and she's been doing niggas dirty ever since. I don't judge her though. she's not out her sleeping with everyone so I don't really care. As long as she's not playing the wrong niggas then that's her business. I just don't wanna see her get hurt.

"Bet you won't tell him that tho." I smirked.

"Mari- Ain't that ya nigga?" Duck asked confused. "Boy fuck no. Was my nigga."

"Soo y'all gon get back together?" Eli squinted his eyes at me, clearly hoping for a certain answer.

"Nigga he's here for one more week. I don't want no temporary ass shit." I scrunched my face up at him.

"Mhmmm" Eli dragged sarcastically.

"Don't play wimmie Eli. Slow ass."

Everyone gave me their hugs and said their goodbyes before turning to the door again.

"Hollupppp." I dragged and the group turned around to look at me. "Someone gotta stay here with me." I shook my head, crossing my arms.

"You afraid of the dark or sum?" Duck jerked his head back. "No dumbass, I'm just gonna get bored. Probably gonna start talking to the walls and shit. I need someone to keep me company."

"I'll stay." Mir shrugged, making everyone

look at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck y'all lookin' at.." I mumbled. "You gon stay wimmie?" I looked up at Mir and he looked down at me and nodded.

"Ain't got shit else to do." He shrugged and sat down on the chair next to my bed while everyone else in the room muffled their laughs.

"Nigga.. In that case-"

"Im playinnnnn." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. Eventually a nurse came in and rushed everyone out since they were supposed to been left.

"Sooo what you wanna do?" I turned to Mir who was now laying on the couch with one foot up and the other one hanging down.

"Ion know." He shrugged looking at his phone.

"Let's talk." I smiled.

"Gir- you always wanna talk. Motor mouth ass." He said and I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. He laughed and got back up to sit in the seat next to me.

"Im kidding shorty, don't cry." He chuckled and leaned back in the chair.

Boy i'm not finna cry, boutta just call Messiah back innis room and put this pussy on hi-

"Whatchu wanna talk about?" He asked, leaning forward with his elbow on his knees while.

"Uhhmm I don't know. Tell me 'bout yourself."

"Ain' nothing to tell." He shrugged dismissively,

"What about you?" He asked.

"What about me?"

"I don't know, tell me anything I guess." He said nonchalantly.

"Uhm, well I wanna get my studio soon." I said since that was the first thing that popped up.

"You want a studio to do lashes?" He asked and I nodded. "That's wassup."

"What 'bout you? Whatchu wanna do 'cause I know you don't wanna be in the streets forever?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Break the world record for most weed sold." He smiled looking down at his phone while I bussed out laughing.

"Bro be serious." I said and he chuckled.

"Ight but ion really know forreal. I think I wanna start back cutting hair again or just run some type of establishment but ion know."

"You cut hair before?"

"Mhm."

"When?"

"When I was living with my pops, basically through high school."

"You should do it then."

"Yea, maybe." He shrugged. "When you getting yo studio?"

"I don't know, hopefully soon. I'm already looking for a place." I told him and he nodded slowly.

The room fell silent again prompting Samiron to get back on his phone. I sucked my teeth and snatched it out of his hand and put it on the opposite side of the bed.

"Yo-"

"Nu uh, you're here to keep me company nigga, so keep me company." I pressed my lips together, crossing my arms.

He huffed before leaning back on his chair, "Okay, tell me 'bout yo parents."

"My momma and dad both coo I guess. Im closer to my momma tho." I said looking down in my lap. "How come?"

"My dad used to be a big dealer here in Houston a few years back. He was always missing out on important shit in his kids' lives just to sell or meet up with his connects."

"Award ceremonies, games, even Bri 'on's graduation. That's just some of the shit he missed out on. I would go weeks without seein' his ass." I shook my head.

Over the years I grew to forgive my dad. But a part of me still resents him for all the time he missed out on. Some dads are in jail or away from their kids unwillingly, wishing that they could be with them—then you had my dad that had the chance to be active in our lives but chose to put drugs over his kids.

"Damn." Samiron muttered.

"But he be makin' time for LayLay now though, because my momma 'nem finally got on his ass."

"Oh yea, I met LayLay." Mir chuckled, shaking his head. "When?"

"Bri'on birthday, at Duck' house." He laughed, "She acts just like you."

"Really? How?" I furrowed my eyebrows. If anything, my parents tell me she's the opposite of how I was when I was her age. She stays to herself, draws or paints, and minds her business. I was more argumentative at that age. But maybe that's just because I grew up with one older brother.

"Her attitude is all you fasho." He said, making me chuckle. Shit, I hope not.

"Where you get your mean ass personality from?" I asked.

"Definitely my pops, he's mean and real blunt. My momma was the opposite, I guess that's why they clicked. She was sweet. Too sweet most of the time." He said, smiling at the mention of his momma which made me smile.

"How did she pass?.. If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I broke eye contact and got jittery under his stare.

"She had cancer."

"I'm sorry about that." I muttered, feeling bad for even bringing it up in the first place.

He cleared his throat and sat up, "You good, don't worry bout it."

"I feel like you prolly have your momma's sweetness. You just got your dad's personality more." I said looking back at him.

"Yea, prolly." He shrugged and smiled, showcasing the dimples in his cheeks.

"Yo dimples cute." I blurted out.

Now why the fuck did you just say that shit randomly you dumbass bitch.

"Preciate it" He chuckled. "Is thee Samiron blushing?" I cooed sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

"Gon' with that sap ass shit."

"And he's back.." I mumbled to myself. "How many siblings you got?"

"2 brothers and 1 sister."

"How old?"

"My oldest brother is 24. My lil' brother and sister are both 16, they're twins."

"Damn. I know all house was wild as fuck growin up." He rubbed his chin and laughed.

"Fashoo." He chuckled. "My pops could barely control our ass when my momma was alive, when she died that nigga ain't know what the fuck to do with us."

"Wait so how old were you when your momma passed?"

"17." He said and I nodded.

"Must've been hard for yall, especially your younger siblings."

"Yea, fasho. But Zion kept us together when my dad was spiraling and shit." He said and yawned.

"You seem tired." I looked at him and noticed his slightly red and low eyes. "Naw im straight,

you tired?"

"Yea, kinda." I shrugged. All of the pain meds were starting to kick in and I was feeling drowsy.

"Well gon' getcho motor mouth ass to sleep then." He stood up and I rolled my eyes.

He went over and laid back down on the couch, putting one arm behind his head and taking his phone out. Samiron has to be at least 6'4" so the couch was obviously too small for his body.

"I just know that couch is uncomfortable as fuck." I laughed and he flipped me off, stifling a laugh.

We continued asking each other random questions and held a few conversations here and there before we both got tired and fell asleep. Judging by his change of demeanor every time I mentioned family, his future, or his past, I can tell that what Aijah told me a few weeks back was right— theres definitely a reason Samiron is the way he is.

- 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 -