Chapter 30

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"How have you been though?" She ask as she places a ciggarate in her mouth, then bends over to grab a lighter. I move closer to her, and she stills doesn't notice.

As soon as she turns around, I grab her by both of her wrist and ram her into the wall, the anger that is filled with in me is unexplainable.

"Zayn what is you doin?! Let me go!" She screams.

I  press the knife againts her neck, causing her eyes to bulge out, I stare into her eyes sternly. "Why did you touch my kids Angel?" I ask.

Tears are now swelling up in her eyes, and I can sense fear, at this point I don't care about weather she lives or die, no one harms my kids."W-what are you talking about?"

"Oh now you don't what I'm talking about?!" I wrap my arms around her neck and tighten my grip, the knife is still in my hand, the blade harshly scarring her.

"Admit that you broke my daughter arm and shook my son." I release my hold on her neck, so she can have the chance to give me a response. She takes a couple of breaths as she holds on to her chest.

"I didn't touch them."

"You wanna keep lying to me ma?" I place the tip of the blade on her forehead, and poke out my lip. She shivers and close her eyes as tears stream down her cheeks, I could care less about her tears.

"Zayn....I am your mother. No matter what happen good or bad you must respect me."

I run the knife down her face, and allow it to gently scratch her, the blade is sharp, so a line of blood begins dripping. "Your my mother, but you must respect me and my children and you didn't do that. My son is battling for his life right now, he has had three seizures in one night."

"Zay I didn't touch them babies okay, I don't even know what your talking about."

I nod my head and pull out my phone, I then go to my videos and face the phone towards her and expose the video to her. It reveals her hitting on Aabria and shaking Zeejay.

"So you didn't touch my kids?!" I scream in her face, causing her to flinch. I hover over her and press the knife againts her neck once more.

"Why did you do it?" I ask in a low tone. "After everything I did for you, after all the forgiving and accepting I did, you return the love by trying to kill my son?"

"Well you killed my daughter!" She abruptly shouts, rage fills my soul once I hear her response. "You killed Shane! You killed your own sister, for your own selfish reasons! You took everything away from me! You don't know how much pain I went through! I was put in a nut house, cause you caused me to lose my mind! You really thought I was gonna put that shit behind us?! You're crazy! You killed your own sister, you killed the only one who stepped up and was actually a father towards you!"

I wrap my arms around her neck again and slam her againts the wall repeatedly. "He was a father ma?! He was a father?! He molested me for five years, but he was a father?! Huh?"

She become blue and purple in the face, so I release her and begin to shed tears, I run my hand across my face, and rest my hand on my hip. "I killed my sister on accident and I regret it everyday, but that nasty motherfucker deserve to die, and your ass deserve to die too. But I ain't gon do it." I pull out my other phone and show her the screen, revealing that I am recording. I stop the recording,  and put it back in pocket.

"I'm not gon do it, just let the killers up in CIW  take care of you." I chuckle.

"Boy! I am your mother!" She cries.

"No your not....you showed me I didn't mean shit to you a long time ago. Me and my kids don't mean shit to you, so you don't mean shit to me.

"Just kill me your self, you right you never meant shit to me. I had you at seventeen years old....your daddy didn't even wanna help raise you. So I had to take care of you by myself, then Shane came along, it was either let him have his way with you, or have no way to take care of you."

"I see." I nod my head. "I just don't understand what my kids had to do with anything. Your really cold hearted, if you wouldve put your children first, a lot of things could have been avoided."

"I'm sorry Zayn."

"Well be so--" Before I can respond a knock is heard at the door, I walk over to it and open it, Bishop and his boy, Faze who is a cop stood in the door way.

I give them both a brotherly hug and turn back to my mother, as she stands againts the wall and stare back at me with a helpless look on her face. "As I was saying mom, be sorry while your in that cell....think about all the pain you put me through and all the love I tried to give."

I nod at Bishop, and leave out closing the door as Faze read my mother her rights. I don't feel any sympathy  for her at all, it took me awhile to realize that she has never cared for me, I must accept it.

I walk down the hallway, then push the exit door open. I get to my car, and before hopping in I glance up at the sky, smiling at the sight of clouds and the bright sun shining down on me, a young girl rides pass on a bike, I then feel my sister sprit, I grin and get into my car.

With in thirty minutes I make it to the hospital, I enter my son's room to see Makiela standing over him rubbing his face.

"Hey." I announced myself, she looks over at me and slighty waves. I walk over to the both of them and wrap my arms around her small waist, then place my chin in the crook of her neck, as I stare down at my son. He has tubes hooked up to him, because he has a hard time breathing,

"We'll  able to take him home soon."

"He has clots in his brain Zay....they said he may n-not make it."

I close my eyes, and hold on to her tight. "Don't listen to them, he's gonna alright. Have faith."

"I hope your mama do some real some time for this." She sniffles.

"She's gonna get that and then some." I simply state.

12 Months Later.

Makiela

The sun beams down on my forehead as I hold Aabria's hand and we walk through the cemetery, we look at a few tombstones until we finally find her father's.

Jayson Abriel Washington.

She expressed to me that part of the reason she's been acting out is because the lost of her father. She told me that all she ever wanted to do was get to know him and be able to have a fatherly daughter bond.

She stares at the nikel colored tombstone, then  glances back at me and smile.

"Do you want to say something to him?" I ask nervously.

"Yeah." She nods. "I'm just trying to put my words together." She takes the small picnic blanket out of my arms and spread it out on the ground, she sits down infront of the tombstone.

"What should I say mom?" She ask.

"Speak from your heart Bri."

She bites down on her lip, then take an deep breath, I can tell this was hard for her, just by her body language. "Hey Dad.....my birthday was yesterday, I turned eight. But it wasn't nothing really special, you don't care anyway, you never made it to any of my parties, but I forgive you for it."

She begins to play with the leaves and rip them apart. "I love you very much, even though you never loved me. But my mommy says always treat people right cause God will award you with blessings. I learned something else too, karma. It's when you do something bad and it comes back to you, you killed someone, so you got killed....and I hate that it happen to you, but that's how karma goes. You were never there for me, so I guess that's why God called you home, when you have kids you have to be thankful of them. Mommy say when your a parent, your main purpose is to take care of your kids."

She begins to shed tears, but she covers up her face, cause she hates for me to see her cry."I wish you were here, but you probably wouldn't want me. But that's okay...I still love you cause-- cause  your my dad." She sniffles.

I sit beside her and wrap my arm around her, then lean in to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "It's alright, your so strong." I tell her as I wipe her tears away with my sleeve.

"You know mom....for some reason I'm not mad at Uncle Bishop anymore, I just hate that I'm never gonna get to know Jayson....it just hurts not being loved."

"I love you, you know Zay loves you. He would let you burn the house down." I chuckle. "I can't bring your daddy back, and I'm sorry that he had to go out like that and in front of you, but it took me a long time to realize that we deserved much better and God gave us someone, Zayn."

"Yeah I love him....and I'm glad that he makes you happy." She smiles as she wipes a tear from her eye. "It just seems weird, cause I'm not mad that Uncle Bishop killed my dad, should I be mad." She questions.

"Yeah, but you should also forgive him and realize he didn't do it to intentionally hurt  you.... your dad killed his brother, so bush wanted to get back at him but didn't handle it the right way."

"I understand mommy. I love you."

I raise my eyebrows, then giggle under my  breath. "I love you too my baby."

"I'm glad that your mommy." She express.

"And i'm glad that your my baby, I love you with all of my heart, you are my first baby. I'm glad to have you." I give her a sloppy kiss.

"Eww mom get off." She laughs as she pushes me off of her.

Diamond

"Don't cry baby, mommy is gonna be back." I coo as I place my small baby in Ms. Yolanda, my baby sitters arms.

  "Ms.Yo, I promise just til the morning, I just need to go out and make enough money to get diapers and formula to last for the next two weeks ." I explain as I gently poke my babies cheek and smile.

  Ms.Yolanda rolls her eyes, it's obvious that she doesn't want to be bothered with me nor my child. But she understands my situation. "Til the morning." She points at me. "And I want fifty dollars"

"I got you ma'am." After five mintues I finally leave and start to walk to my destination.

****
I stand in front of a liquor store, with some other girls who are half naked and here waiting for a trick just like I am. They all chat and laugh obnoxiously.

"There goes my baller!" One yells. "I'll see y'all hoes later." She says as the guy pulls up and she hops in his car.

I pull out a box of Newports from my purse and retrieve a ciggarate then place it between my lips and light it.

"Hey Miss." I hear a deep weird tone flowing through my ears.  I turn around to see a middle aged mexican man standing behind me with a case of beer in  his hand.

I blow smoke from mouth, and check him out. He isn't my type but he looks like one of them contruction men, and everyone knows they have money. "May I help you?"

"Come find out." He gestures for me to come closer to him and I do just that. I lick my lips, while looking at him seductively making him think that I'm attracted.

"What's your name miss?"

"Sasha, yours?" I ask, I give him a fake name because I don't trust these tricks out on the streets.

"Leo." He responds. "Your into that erotic stuff?"

"You wanna find out? It's really based upon your pockets." I shrug

"How about you come to place."

I roll my eyes in a playful manner. "How about we do everything in your car."

I then watch reach down in his pockets and pull out a wad of cash. Nothing but hundreds and fifties catch my eye appeal. I exhale smoke from my mouth, and throw my ciggarate on the ground putting it out.

"What do you want me to do for you?" I ask.

He bites on his lip as he eye rapes me up and down. He chuckles and nod his head. "I want to have a night I'll remember."

"You got a lot of hundreds there, I'll come to your house. If you throw me nine hundred dollars."

"Deal." He agrees. "Follow me."

I wrap both of my arms around me since it is getting a little chilly. I trail behind him, and we make it to his old rusty pick up truck. He grunts as he put the case of beer in the back. Then he opens the passenger door for me.

I give him a salty look as I slowly get in. He slams the door and I stay put starring out the window ahead, watching people walk pass.

This car has weird smells, New car smell combined with sex and gasoline. I use my shirt to cover my nose. He finally hop inside of the car, he place the key in the ignition and starts the engine.

"So...Sasha. You from around here?" He questions as he pulls off, starting our journey to his house.

"Yeah I'm from Watts." I smile.

"Yeah yeah I got a few people I know put there." He chuckles. "How old are you?" He ask me.

"21." I tell a fib as I pull at a string that's out of the  stitch on my shorts.

He turns to me and laugh under his breath. Sounding real weird and corny, making the mood very awkard, he stares at me and I furrow my eyes then take a deep breath. I do not have a thing for annoying dudes, I just like to get the night over with. "You like rap ,like that Young Rug guy? And Biggie Smalls? How about Rich Homie Dewayne?  you listen to him?"

I fake a small laugh. "Yeah I listen to him, they all are cool lyricist. You mind keeping your eyes on the road, you are on the free way." I remind him.

He burst out laughing in a annoying manner, as if I just told a knock em dead joke. "I appologize miss! Your so funny!"

"Your alright." I say as I fold my lips, hiding my agitation. I scratch my nose, and turn to the window. Attempting to avoid any eye contact with him.

After a thirty minute drive, we are crusing through the woods, I can hear owl's chirping and crickets chirping like no tommorow. The ride is bumpy, making the car tilt left to right. I look at the empty like area, and begin to feel uneasy.

"So this is where your house is Leo?" I ask as I hold on to the handle on the door. To keep from flying all over the place.

"Yeah just be patient Sasha, where almost there."

We then pull up a few yards away from this small cabin, he shuts off the car and we both climb out. He grabs the beer from the back seat, I then follow him to the door step, and watch as he unlocks the door. Once he opens it, he allows me to go in first.

I look around the menacing looking place, it's old along with dingy. But has a lot of room, I step over the empty beer cans on the floor  and look at the shelf at his collection of knives. The door then slams and I jump frighten by the sound.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He questions.

I rub my head full of curly hair and slightly smile. "Oh no your fine."

"Have a seat make your self comfortable."

"Okay." I say a bit shy,  I sit on the raggedy couch, and observe as he takes off his jacket and begin to strip out of his clothes.

"Get undressed little lady."

"O-okay." I obey.

****

He groans as he comes to his climax, he then lays his head on my chest and giggles. "This is definitely a night to remember."

"Yep it is, you think you can give me a ride home?" I ask while I stare up at the ceiling  biting on my bottom lip. His heavy body is nearly crushing me.

"Sure, let me have you do something first." He gets off of me, then rises up. I watch as he grabs a random pair of pajama pants off of the chair and put them on. He then leaves out the room and I get up quicky, then begin to put on my clothes.

As I'm putting on my bra, I see him in my peripheral vision, I turn to him to see a pistol in his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"You can leave, but first you gotta suck on this." He says coming towards me.

"Y-your crazy." I say as I begin backing away  . "I have a baby I have to get home to, So I'll just leave."

I grab my clothes and attempt to flee away but  he pulls my arm throwing me on the couch, I moan from the striking pain he brought to my arm.

"Your not leaving little lady."

"I-I- I h-have to get home to my baby."

"Oops....no one never leaves here....alive." He chuckles.

Zayn

"Come on man, say daddy." I tell my one year old son Zeejay as he sits on my lap drooling and making disturbing noises from his mouth, shaken baby syndrome led him to be autistic, so he can' talk nor can he walk straight, though babies do not start to speaking until their atleast two, Makiela and I were told that our son will never be able to speak.

"Eat eat! Eat eat!" Zaibree runs into the living butt naked, Aabria chases her with a diaper.

"Zaib, your gonna eat in a mintue let me change your diaper." She says as he picks her up and take her upstairs.

"You wanna say something to me man? Huh?" I ask Zeejay as I rub his head, but he just gives me a blank stare. Makiela then enter our home scanning mail, I check out her attire which is a rose pink Nike sweat suit, it's tight showing off all of her thickness.

She closes the door and leans on the wall. And stare at this certain piece of paper.

"What's wrong baby?" I pick up Zeejay and walk over to her.

"You have to pay for your mom's funeral." Was I really going to let my mother get away with nearly killing my child? Nope, but before I can even put a hit out, someone beat me to the punch. Dex, she stole 10,000 worth of jewelry from him, I heard a couple inmates shanked her with tooth brushes.

"Ima send that straight to my Auntie, I'm not paying for it."

"Alright." She shrugs.

"How was work at Makiela's Palace?" I ask referring to her new fashion store/department where she her and employees create designs for others and sell them.

"It was good I have to design a jazzy little rumper by next month for a birthday party and got another wedding couple to design for." She says as play with the curls in our son's head.

"How is your strip clubs going and the car lot?" She says referring to the second strip club I took on and the car lot I bought.

"It's going cool, I actually have something to show you, so call Erica so she can watch the kids and lets go." I instruct, as I walk away.

****
"Don't take that blind fold off." I tell Makiela as I pull up to our destination, I've been dying to show her this surprise.

"I'm not." She whines as she folds her arms.

I shut the engine off, then pull the keys out of its place and put it into my pockets.

She begin to tug at the blind fold "Can I take it off now?" She ask.

"No!" I slap her hand.

"Oww." She laughs. "Fine I'll leave it on jerk."

I climb out of the car, then walk over to the passenger side to get her. I open her door and assist her out by grabbing her hand. "Let's go baby, no peeking."

I cover her eyes and she holds her hands out as if she's a zombie. With in mintues we make it to the door step, and I uncover her eyes and place a key in her hand.

"Take the blind fold off."

She does as she is told and her eyes widen along with her mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She screams at the sight of nice size mansion. She puts her hand over her heart and I try to help her catch her balance.

The house is colored a shadow grey, and made out of strong brick. A couple trees a long with a small pool and pond surrounds the front yard. She speeds over to the side of the house , where it's a small water fall and she feels it the water with her hand.

"We need to get some cute little statues for this area right here Zayn!" She yells. "Who's house is this?!" She frowns as she puts her hand on hip.

"Our's baby, come look inside."

"It's so big!" She looks around.

"Come unlock the door girl!" I laugh.

We finally make it inside the house, and stares at the entrance, which is the living

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