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Chapter 24- Traumatized

Aabria.

"Uncle Aiyaan!" I throw the bag in my hand on the couch and jump into Uncle Aiyaan's arms.

"Wassup baby girl, your daddy came to see you." He says as he tunrs me around, showing me my real daddy. I didn't want to say hi to him, because he lied on Zayn and mommy always tells me not to be friends with liars.

I look at him and slide out of Uncle's hands and begin to run up stairs.

After five minutes I stay in my brother's and sisters room and watch over them as they sleep. I then start to hear a lot of noise, it sound as if some things were falling, soon after that I heard my real daddy pleading.

I walk out of thier room and slowly start walking down the stairs, and I hear Uncle Bishop talking to Zayn, as I reach down the last step, I hear a loud bang that makes my heart jump and cause me to cover my ears because they were popping.

I open my eyes wide and scream from the top of my lungs as I see blood pouring from my daddy's head and Uncle Bishop standing over him with a gun. Uncle Aiyaan tries to grab me but I back away.

"You killed him!" I yell, as I fall to ground and begin sobbing. I didn't know that Uncle Bishop was a killer, he's always been nice to me; why would he shoot my daddy? He wasn't a good daddy but he was still a person, why did he have to die? We didn't even get to make up.

My mommy, picks me up as she cries as well and carry me up the stairs.

Zayn.

I watch as Bishop and Aiyann put a large garbage bag over Jayson's head and the lower part of his body, then they begin to carry him out the house.

Makiela hides her face in her shirt as she cries while coming downstairs ; she stares down at the puddle of the blood on the floor she was literally having a panic attack.

"Baby...." I say as I walk over to her.

"No no, get away from me." She stretches her hand out in front of me as she backs away. I pull her arm a little roughly and force her into a hug.

"Listen it's gonna be alright okay?" I assure to her.

She catches me off guard as she harshly slaps my face. "Are you fucking stupid?! Why would you kill her daddy in front of her,why would you do it period, I told you he wasn't worth it!" She screams.

I grab her tightly by both of her arms and look into her eyes. "Look alright, he killed my cousin! Killed him, that was his karma! I didn't say shit when you pushed Tysis off of that damn balcony, so why are you all on my case?!"

"I didn't push Tysis, I didn't intentionally try to kill her. Jayson is my child's father....he wasn't a good father but one day once she got older they could've had a connection, but you and your dumb ass cousin ruined it!" She shouts.

I lift up her chin and force her to look at me. "Bishop always looked out for me alright? So it ain't no way I'm not gonna look out for him . I'm sorry Kiela, but that nigga killed my cousin....its on video. Bishop gave Lil Mikey a duffle bag filled with twelve grand and Jay robbed him for it and killed him the same day...baby I'm sorry okay...that nigga wasn't a good father no way."

"Zayn....I tri--I tried to give you a chance but this isn't gonna work. You have scarred my child. Yall are selfish.....you chose the streets over your family."

"But Bishop is my family too." I get in defense mode.

"I'm done Zayn." She says as she wipes her tears away and start walking up the steps.

I snatch her phone and car keys off the coffee table and strom out of the house. I wasn't going to let her leave me again, I can admit that the choice I made was inconsiderate and should've never even came about.

But everything Bishop said was true, he did protect me, he did look out for me. I respect Makiela's wishes but B always had my back, and in my mind it was only right to have his as well.

Jay knew not to be at my house anyway, he set his self up, I guess that still doesnt justify my actions, but he basically set him self up to get murk; why would he even come? It was still wrong to let everything go down where my family lays thier heads,

Once the night falls I go back home, I walk inside and the first place I go is into the twins room, they were still in thier bassinets asleep.

I walk pass Makiela and I room and see her and Aabria in the bed sleeping together. I go back down stairs and sit on the couch to release some of the stress off of mind.

After a few minutes I start to drift off to sleep, until I feel a soft tap on my knee discontinuing the process, I open my eyes to see Aabria standing in front of me with tears falling down from her eyes. It was weird because I didn't hear her come down the steps.

"Hey baby girl, come here." I sit her on my lap and she lays her head on my chest.

"Wh-why, did Uncle Bishop kill my dad?" She ask in a soft tone.

I was at a lost for words, but I know that I owe her an explanation. "Well your daddy killed Bishop's younger brother Lil Mikey.....so Bishop killed him for doing that."

"Why didn't he j-just call the police?" She ask as she looks up at me with glistened eyes.

"Well..because when someone hurts your family you have to get them back and punish them on your own, that's how I was brought up. If a bully hit your brother or sister wouldn't you stand up for them and beat that bully up."

"Yes." She nods her head.

"Well Bishop was standing up for his little brother. Your dad killed him so Bishop got him back, that's why you don't do negative things....cause they'll come back to you." I tell her, hoping that she could understand.

She starts to shed more tears as she looks down at the carpet, I kiss her forehead but she wipes the kiss off. "I think you should tell the police what Uncle Bishop did, because sometimes it's good just to walk away and let God handle it, that's what mommy and granny tells me." She speaks.

"So I should tell on Bishop."

"Yeah."

"How about I just don't bring him around here around anymore?" She questions.

"How about you just tell the police that he killed my daddy, when somebody kills someone your suppose to tell the police. I have a police officer name Mr. Clint at my school, I can tell him. " She says in a whining tone.

"No no no, don't tell anyone at school what happen, don't tell your teachers, dont tell your friends...tell no one. If you tell a grown up at school than they'll take you and your brother and sister away from me and mommy." I tell her, hoping that she was listening closely. Because the last thing I need was protective services getting into our buisness.

She sits up more and wipe her tears away. "Well...can you tell the police your self?" She ask.

"Yeah baby." I give in.

She climbs off of me.

"I love you." I tell her.

"I love you too." She says in a low tone as she drags her self upstairs.

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I wake up to hearing babies crying, so I go upstairs to go help Makiela, once I get to thier room, I see her changing Zeejay's diaper on the changing table, so I get Zaibree out of her bassinet and start taking care of her. Makiela huffed, and didn't even attempt to say a word to me.

After changing Zaibree, I pick her up and stand in front of Makiela, as she picked our son up from the changing table, she starts to walk away but I grab her arm.

"Makiela?" I call out.

"What Zayn?" I looked into her eyes, they were puffy and slightly red, I could tell she's been crying.

"I'm sorry....I don't want you to leave me again okay. What Bishop and I did was wrong on so many levels, we should've never let that happen in front of yall. But Jay wasn't faultless baby and you know this. He never helped you with your child , he never even loved you, and he was out stealing my money and he killed my cousin, I know that doesn't mean kill him but you have to understand Bishop's pain; you have to understand his point of view, that was his only brother...its not like he did it with out a reason. You know how good Bishop's heart is, he ain't gon kill a nigga with out a legitimate reason . And if I would've said no, he would've still done it anyway and then he would've thought I didn't have his back."

She scratches her nose and take a deep breath. "I think my feelings are still attached to Jay. Maybe that's why I'm so hurt."

"Baby....you have to let go of what he put you through and how he made you feel. You can't keep over analyzing over that situation. I promise if you and Bri can find it in your heart to forgive me, I'll be 10x the man he ever was to y'all. I just need my family."

"I don't know how Aabria is gonna feel being around you, she's traumatized."

I rub Zaibree's back as she sucks on the burp towel on my shoulder. "I talked to her and she's not mad at me she just wants me to turn Bishop in."

"Well are you going to do it?" She ask me.

I stand in my own silence for a second and I meditate on my next statement. "What do you think I should do.... honestly?"

"Well....if that's what she wants I think you should do it but you can easily go down for it too, cause you gave him the "confirmation" " She air quotes.

"Are you gonna leave me?" She ask.

"Your putting me and your children in danger, that's what it seems like. And than you went againts my word, months ago I told you to leave him alone it wasn't worth it and then you let your cousin shoot a gun in our home and kill Aabria's father in front of her. "

"Your not in danger, ain't nobody coming after me and even if they were Ima keep you and my kids protected. I'm not the one Bri is mad at, she saw Bishop do it and she didn't hear me tell him to do it....all she know is Bishop is the bad guy, cause he had the gun."

"Zayn I love you....but I can't. It just wouldn't be right."

I kiss her forehead. "Please see me and my cousin through alright.....we all have done our dirt if Bri would've died that day after Tysis let her drown, you would've killed Ty ....Bishop killed Jay for killing his one and only brother. It's only karma, don't let a nigga who once led you into depression and self hate, ruin your love life because he got his self caught up into some shit, okay? That nigga knew that is what was nothin' but trouble waiting for him at this house, You're upset that he died, I understand that. But you have to realize that it was a reason behind why we did it."

"Excuse me." She says as she walks out of the door.

On my part I had a lot of reasons why I did, one of them was because he made my girls cry so many times, if he was good father and took care of his daughter I wouldn't have no choice but to respect him.

He didn't only kill Mikey, but he broke Kiela's and Bri's heart. I don't like that.

Makiela.

After feeding the twins, I placed them in both of thier swings and sat them in front of the television and put on some educational cartoons. I was very upset that Bishop killed Jay, I don't believe in violence; Zayn has a point though, it was his karma and Bishop is a sweet heart, he wouldn't hurt no one unless they deserve it.

But killing him in front of my daughter was a no no. She has to deal with that image being in her head for the rest of her life, Aabria actually cared for Jay even though he wasn't in her life, I remember how she use to beg me to call him and beg to see him, she really just yearned for his love and attention.

And I was hoping that one day he would come correct and be a father, cause she deserved to have a bond with him.

As I'm sitting on the couch, she comes down the stairs with her blanket, she sits next to me and lay her head on my shoulder with out saying a word.

"You okay Bri?" I ask her.

She nods her head yes and rub her nose as she looks at the television.

"Are you sure?" I ask as I stroke her hair.

She nods again.

"Talk to me, how do you feel?"

"Well.....im upset that Uncle Bishop killed my dad."

"And you should be." I tell her. "Are you mad at Zayn?"

"No...I love Zayn. I just don't love violence." She says in a soft tone as she looks up at me.

"Are you gonna miss your daddy?" I questioned.

She shakes her head no. "Noooo I'm not gonna miss him because he never loved me...but I do feel bad for him. Him and Uncle Bishop shouldn't have been violet with each other.....shooting someone is bad." I smile at the fact that she said violet instead of violent.

"Daddy shot Zayn's little cousin, Mikey, remember him."

"I know what daddy did....but Uncle Bishop shoulda never shot him, cause it's not right. He shoulda let God handle him." She says, in I totally agree with her.

"True....so you want Uncle Bishop to go to jail?"

She nods her head yes and I fold my lips. "Are you okay with us still being here with Zayn? Or do you wanna move out, because if you don't like him no more we're moving....I don't want you to be scared or uncomfortable."

"No no no mommy, I don't wanna move out! I love Zayn so much and I still love Uncle Bishop, I just don't love violence....God says were all brother's and sisters, it's not good to kill each other; Uncle Bishop has to go jail for killing, because shooting someone is wrong."

I nod my head in understanding, I want to drop some street knowledge on her, but I'm not sure if it's smart idea. "Okay baby. So you sure you wanna stay here with Zay."

"Yeah....I love Zayn, he's so nice. But he has to stop being violet is not good." She says.

2 Weeks Later.

I slowly walk up the stairs with a breakfast meal on a plate, backed up by a tray. I enter Zayn and I's bedroom and set the meal on the night stand. Zayn was in the bed sound asleep, so I gently shake him so he could wake up.

"Zee wake up." I bend down and whisper in his ear.

"Move girl." He groans as he rolls over.

"But it's your birthday." I pout. "I got something for you."

He sits up and yawns as he rub his eyes, than he smiles at me in a sarcastic manner.

"Happy 27th Birthday baby." I say in a sweet voice with a smile as I pick up the tray and lay it on his lap.

He looks down at the plate, that was a dream breakfast. I made him vanilla waffles with vanilla ice cream and sprinkles along with chocolate syrup, turkey bacon and sausages, with an steak and cheese omlette, I also prepared him a breakfast cocktail pink lemonade with a shot of green goose vodka and strawberry on the side.

"Does this have poison in it?" He ask as he lowers his eyes.

"Zayn come on now..eat it." I frown.

He hesitates but then uses his fork and knife to cut off a nice sized piece of the waffles, he grabs some of the eggs to and stuff the substance in his mouth.

He chews slowly and after he swallows it he starts to speak . "It's pretty good...thank you little wifey." He leans over and pucker his lips and I give him a big juicy kiss.

"I love you." He tells me.

"I love you too." I kiss him once more and it turns into a passionate tounge kiss.

"Daddy...." We hear a small voice and turn around to see Aabria standing in the door way with her head hung low and hands behind her back. For the last two weeks she has been in her own little shell, she's hasn't really spoken, haven't been in the mood to eat or even go to practice, and it saddened my child to see her like this.

"Hey Bri."

She walks over to us and pull a drawing from behind her back. "Happy Birthday." She says.

Zayn looks at the drawing and hold a smile across his face, I lean over and glance at the drawing for myself, and its him and her holding hands, it was very colorful as well.

"I couldn't buy you anything, cause I don't have any money."

He sets his meal to the side and pick her up, sitting her on his lap. "You don't have to buy me anything baby, you being here makes me so happy." He tells her as he tickles her a little but she doesn't laugh.

"How are you doing this morning beautiful?" He ask her.

"Just thinking."

"Just thinking." He mocks her. "Thinking about what?"

"My real dad....is Bishop in jail yet?" She turns back to him leaving him on a speechless mode.

"No, Bishop is actually in the Bahamas with his girl friend and daughter." He tells her, which was the truth. "He had to get a lot of things off his mind."

"Aww his daughter is gonna miss him when he goes to jail."

Him and I share a look at each other and he shakes his head.

"Yeah. Eat some of this food with me because I know your hungry." He passes her the plate and they start sharing the breakfast, I stand up and grab my phone from the night stand and snap a quick pic of them.

"Y'all so cute." I smile.

"Daddy can you take me to the daddy daughter dance?" He ask her.

"Where at school?" He questions back as he reach over and grab a napkin from the tray and wipe his mouth.

"No it's involves her skating...thier having a daddy daughter dance downtown in a few weeks, and yall gon be dancing on ice." I tell him.

"Yeah baby I'll take you."

"Can you buy me a pretty dress."

"Yes, daddy is going to buy you a pretty dress, a tiara, flowers and candy, it's gonna be a great dance for us."

Her mood then lightens up, she jumps up and wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After two hours, I have already fed the twins and dressed them both into these cutes onesies, they were black, Zaibree's says I was born first and Zeejay's says She likes to brag, with an arrow facing to the left.

They are too cute, they are two weeks old and adorable, thier pigmentation finally came in, Zaibree is brown skinned like Zayn but looks more like me and she has a head full of curly hair.

Zayn Jr, is a warm hershey chocolate complexion, like me but looks exactly like Zayn, the twins aren't identical, but of course they still look alike. I put them inboth of thier swings and place a pacifier in each of thier mouth.

Today I wanted to take Zayn out on a date, maybe go out to eat or sight seeing I don't know, but I was gonna call my brother Malik's girl friend, Erica and see if she was up to watching Aabria and the twins.

As Zayn is walking down stairs, I can smell the pleasuring fragrant of his Tom Ford body wash lingering through out the house, I loved the smell of it.

He makes it down stairs with a shirt in his hand, he wore a pair of True Religion's and the waist band of his Ralph Lauren boxers were showing, his curly hair was growing out more and more, it was starting to be long just like the first time we met, I take the time admire his well built body, his muscles were so big.

If he just got a few tattoos....I thought to myself as I'm enjoying the sight of his