Con Artist| 5

I unlocked the door to my apartment in my sour mood and entered, seeing it dirty, again. I wasn't even in the mood to shout out for her, my mind was filled with Theo and how calm yet terrifying he was.

I didn't even bother myself with picking up the dirt, it was time Zada learned how to be an adult, I love my sister to bits but I can't always clean after her.

I stormed my way to her bedroom and pushed the door open, what my eyes met, was something I wouldn't want to see again.

"What the hell, Zada!" I shouted, taking off my shoe and throwing it to the guy that laid on top of her without his shirt. "Get the fuck out!"

I yelled, pulling him away from her. "Yo, chill mama," the guy said and he was obviously high, really Zada?

"Don't you dare tell me to chill, get your stupid ass the fuck out of my house, now!" I screamed, pushing him out of her room towards the living room.

"Xania, stop!"

"Shut up, Zada!" I yelled, once the guy was out of my apartment, I slammed the door closed and locked it turning around, Zada was pulling her shirt on.

"Xania," she started with her hands up and I took a deep breath in, not wanting to shout at her but I was too riled up to calm down.

"What the fuck are you thinking, Zada!" I yelled at her picking up the dirt that was lying around and my eyes spotted a particular bag that had some white powder, it was empty. "Are you taking drugs now Zada! Are fucking serious!"

"No, I'm not taking drugs, they're his!"

"What the hell are you doing hanging around with a fucking user, Zada! Are you trying to leave me like mom did! I can't go through the shit again, Zada, I fucking can't!" I screamed feeling the tears running down my skin as I stared at her, she held onto her shirt watching me.

"You might not use but what happens when he tells you to take a hit and let loose, what happens from there Zada!" she kept quiet and I laughed humorlessly clapping my hands.

"You become a fucking addict, just like mom did, and then I would have to take care of you and throw away my life because I love you so much I want to see you healthy and happy and I fucking want to see you become something better than I!"

I sat down on the couch and brought my head in my hands as I cried, I didn't want to shout at her, but seeing her with that guy, on her bed made me lose it, the stupid dope bag made me worse, I can't believe she would do that to herself.

Here I am working night and day and having my life threatened by multiple people just so that she could go to school and become something, get out of this lifestyle and become better than me and my mom.

What am I doing wrong?

I felt her wrap her hands around my shoulders and lay her head on my head. "I'm sorry, Xania," she sobbed and I could feel her body shake against mine.

"What am I doing so wrong that you have to go and do that, Zada? What is it that I've done to you?" I asked into my hands and her body shook as she cried with me.

"Nothing, I'm sorry I was being foolish, I won't do that again," she said and I sat up straighter putting my arms around her so that she could cry on my chest.

"You're sixteen, Zada, I don't want to see you falling under the same trap momma fell in, I don't want it to be a cycle here at home. I love you and I want to see you happy, promise me that stuff won't happen again, promise me, Zada."

"I promise."

"I love you so much, I love you," I repeated running my fingers through her hair.

"I love you more," she said and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I'm not about to do that after this crying session," I said and she laughed.

"That just proves how right I am," she said sticking her tongue out and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, Zada. Pick up your shit, I'm going to bed."

"Wait, how was your meeting? You came back pretty late," she said as she began picking up her trash and I sighed. I normally tell her everything I do but I wasn't sure if I should tell her about this.

"Stressful, but the guy said I should come back for another meeting tomorrow, so hopefully everything will go well," I answered truthfully and she nodded.

I made my way to my room and dropped myself on the bed and once again, Theo invaded my mind and I sighed into the pillows.

That man was a mystery, a very hot one. I wondered what he really did. Was he a spoiled brat who was given everything he needed on a silver plate, also the company Mike says is 'competition' or did he have a side gig going on the side, and what was it?

His calm manner had completely caught me off guard, I wasn't expecting that. The way he pressed the cold metal on my neck had me scared, but the way his hand softly pushed my hair out of my face somehow had me relaxed.

His words were one thing and his actions another, a great way to fool an idiot, me.

My phone rang and I groaned, pulling it out of my jeans.

"Hello?" I grunted into the phone and a manly chuckle came out as a response.

"You made it out alive, that's a good thing," Mike said chuckling and I frowned.

"You were so wrong for that, that was so fucking wrong. What the fuck is wrong with you!" I whispered-yelled into the phone.

"I'd watch my tone if I were you, Xania," he said in a threatening voice and I rolled my eyes, Theo was scarier.

"What did you pour in that drink?" I asked.

"What did Theo say to you?"

"What is it that you guys do?"

"Did he give you any type of information?"

"Will you answer my questions?"

"Will you answer mine?"

"Whatever, Mike. Theo just told me to come back tomorrow at eleven, and he didn't give any type of information, but he did threaten to kill me, thank you for that."

Again, the response was laughter and I frowned, hanging up the phone and switching it off.

Fuck him.