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Khadijah

"Mo's house got blown up and she was possibly in there when it happened." Trey said.

As the words left his mouth, it seemed as all the breath in my body was taken from me.

I couldn't breath and my head was spinning. I tried gasping for breath, the more I tried, the harder it was to breathe.

"Calm down baby! You havin' a panic attack."

I sat on the bed and rubbed my sweaty hands on my thighs. I felt sweat form on my forehead, and a lump in my throat. I pointed to a bottle of water that sat on top of the refrigerator and Trey ran over and got it. He untwisted the cap and placed the bottle to my lips. I sipped from the water, and pushed it back.

"Breathe baby, breathe." Trey coached me as my breath slowly went back to normal.

"How, why, who, when?" I managed to breath out.

"I don't know but we gotta get to Korie before somethin' happen to him, he ain't answerin'." Trey went to the duffel bag and pulled out an outfit for me and him.

We quickly got dressed and left the hotel.

"Faster Trey, fuckin' drive!" I yelled raising my hands up in frustration.

"D I'm doin' the dash! How much faster you want me to go!"

A ringing phone made me snap out of my thoughts. I searched my purse, fumbling around until I found it.

"Korie! Where you at?" I yelled once I finally answered the phone.

"At home, the fuck y'all blowin' my shit up for?" He asked as if he'd just waken up.

"It's Mo! She—"

"Ion fuck with her, so ion care."

"I know this nigga ain't just hang up on me." I pulled the phone from my ear looking at it in disbelief.

"We fenna just swing by Mo crib then, we right here." Trey turned the car around almost giving me whiplash.

We pulled up to Mo's house, barely letting the car come to a full stop, and Trey and I hopped out.

"This is my sister's house!" I yelled to the officers that were holding me back.

"Ma'am we cant let you through here, please stay back until we have further information."

I looked at the burned down house with tears burning my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Wait, where's her car? She's not here! Her car would've been here."

A couple officers came to me and asked what kind of car Mo had and I explained to them, a blue 2014 Malibu.

They walked away and conversed amongst themselves and walked towards the house shuffling things around. After searching for God knows what, they came back over to where I was with Trey's arms around me.

"Ma'am," the officer pointed towards the house, "you see over there, that's where the garage sat before the explosion, and there in fact are huge traces of her car being in there. There are chunks of her car scattered about, but mainly in that area, I'm so sorry."

The words came out of his mouth in slow motion as I slid to the ground with Trey's arms still around me.

"No! No! S-she's not dead! Lord why! No!" I cried.

I was never one to question God and how he did things and made certain things happen for a reason, but I just couldn't figure out why Mo couldn't catch a break. And now she's dead.

"I know baby, I know." Trey rubbed my back and whispered in my ear, kissing the side of my head.

"Noooo! No! No! No!" I cried into his chest beating my fist on his shoulder.

"Come on mama." He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the car.

Once he put me in, he walked over to the officers and spoke with them before returning and pulling off.

The ride to where ever we were going was silent, but I preferred it that way. I didn't want to talk to anybody but Mo.

"Come on bae." Trey shut the car off.

I looked up and seen we were at Korie's house. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hopped out, following Trey to the door. After a few knocks the door was swung open and Korie stood there lookin' pissed.

"Man what the hell y'all comin' over here beatin' on the door like y'all the pigs for?!"

"Bruh, ion know what's ya problem but you need to hear this." We walked in and I avoided eye contact with my brother.

"What's up man." Korie rubbed his hand down his face in annoyance.

"Mark called this morning, and he told us Mo house got blown up."

Korie

"Mark called us this morning, and he told us Mo house got blown up."

The statement he just told me lingered in my head as I sat there in confusion.

"Hold on," I said puttin' my head in my hands, "run that by me again?"

"Monique's house got blown up! Why wasn't she with you!" Khadijah jumped up clearly pissed.

"Fuck!" I slammed my fist against the table.

"It had to be Carmen." Trey said standin' up lookin' out the windows.

"Find her! And I'm gonna kill her myself." Khadijah cried.

By now I was pissed off, not only at the situation at hand, but more so at myself. I should've never let her leave this house, if it wasn't for my stubborn ways she would've been okay. I let her walk away on some petty shit, and the things I said to her only made it worse. I didn't mean none of the shit I said, it was all out of pure anger, I love that girl and Lyric loves her. How the hell I'm supposed to explain this shit to Lyric?

"What happened bruh?" Trey stood over me pullin' at his chin hair.

"The other night when the girls got drunk, I put Mo in my bed. We'd been takin' things slow, but when she woke up in my bed I guess she thought we had sex or some shit. So she came at me askin' if we did anything the night before. And me bein' a nigga, that pissed me off, cause it's like you think I'm some typ'a lame nigga that would take advantage of you when you not in yo right state of mind. Then she start packin' her shit and I'm like 'so you leavin'?' And she like yeah I should've never messed with you, blah blah blah. She found a box of condoms under my bed with two missin' out the box, so basically she said she was hopin' we did have sex because that mean I fucked another bitch. Then she start yellin' about how all niggas the same and I'm a dog and she pushed her finger in my chest. So I got mad and I pushed her on the bed and I told her I ain't tied down to her so I don't have to be faithful to her and I told her from what Khadijah told me, ain't no tellin' what she be out here doin' cause I heard she used to get around." I sighed as Khadijah stared a hole in the side of my face. "Then I told her it was good she didn't have the baby she lost, because it could've been anybody's."  I leaned back on the couch waitin' for the backlash I was about to get.

A hard slap crossed my face makin' me jump up in defense.

"Nigga I dare you to hit me!" Khadijah got in my face makin' me sit back down. "I told you that shit in confidence, confiding in you! Not for you to go back and use her struggle as a weapon against her! My nigga are you dumb? Like honestly?!" She was heated and I knew it was best to sit quiet because she had an attitude like our mother's.

"How could you even open yo mouth to say some shit like that to anybody!" She punched me in my chest.

"Bab—"

"Shut the fuck up!" She snapped, cutting Trey off.

"This girl has been through so much recently, and not only that, she did it for your sister! So I wouldn't get hurt or killed. Let's not forget she made sure Lyric was okay and safe. Your daughter! So how dare you say somethin' about the child she lost?"

I was mad as a muhfucka that Khadijah kept puttin' her hands on me, but I knew she was right.

"I know D, I'm sorry okay."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, but the person you should've apologized to is gone now." Her voice cracked as she fell to her knees and sobbed.

"Okay Dijah, I gotchu." I cried along with her, rubbing her back. "I gotchu sis."

Imma get you justice baby, and I'm so sorry. I thought, looking up at the ceiling, hoping Mo was hearing my message.
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Short. I know, but it was just a filler chapter.

~hold it down GloGang.

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