Heart of a Goon

Zoya:

Ever saw a dead body?

I’ll ask again.

Ever saw a dead body walking among us?

I’ve been dead on the inside since my parents were taken away from me, and I was forced to move out the only home I knew.

Never truly ever knowing love or what it felt like. Always witnessing everyone else have what you wished your heart could do.

Love.

That word love could walk up on me, snatch me up, and I wouldn’t have ever known. Me and that word didn’t exist, and I had come to terms with that when I watched them fighting to save my boyfriend’s life, after my brother nearly took it from him.

Again, love was never meant for me… Zoya Caselli.

Even the big dawg eventually got tired too…

Goon:

There was always love around.

My mother was a single mother to two boys, but there was always enough love to go around. Never being able to leave the house without giving her a kiss on the cheek or saying I love you. Even now, if I hadn’t spoken to her in a few days, she would call to remind me that she loved me.

Physical touch was my love language.

I needed it.

Had to have that shit.

I was Ms. Lawyer’s opposite in every way.

The way she avoided my touch ’cause she knew she would fall off the bones. She was scared to tap into that side of her heart. Shit was rusty because she avoided it at all costs. It was too dangerous for her to feel the love she knew she secretly desired.

Little did she know, I was coming for that heart, love, marriage, and those chocolate babies.

Zoya Caselli was gonna open her heart to me and become Zoya Wraithe.

Word to Sharon.