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Chapter 10: Let's try this again...

Onika’s P.O.V.

I swear this job pays. Finally got that white BMW that I had my eyes on for the longest while. Have my own trans, ain’t no stopping me now. I think I’m going to head over to my parent’s house. I haven’t seen them or my little lambchop Miciah. When he was born, I remember looking at him and he had such big eyes that darted around the room. It was the most beautiful sight.

It’s the end of my shift and I glanced up to the clock. It read 9:00 pm. Good. Mother would still be awake. I hope my father isn’t there. All he seems to do I cause ruction in the house and I don’t want that around Miciah. I don’t want him to have to suffer so young, seeing his own father do those things and set them as his own example of what was right.

I hopped into my car and started the engine. I sat there for a moment then took up my notebook. See recently I’ve been writing raps. I felt that singing didn’t really cut it for me and after my acting career failed to take off, I saw it as an option. I leafed through the pages, smiling at my handiwork. It reminded me of Nique. I haven’t seen her in forever. I would hug her so tight right now. After reading through some of my work, I put down my notebook and drive off. As I am driving, my phone rings. I wait until I reached a stoplight that was red to answer it.

“Hello?” I answer abit annoyed. I hated taking phone calls. Just come see me. Damn.

“Hey baby.”

“Oh hey Drew. Dime.”

“Nutten… Just wanted see when I could come over.”

“Oh well, I’m going over to my parents’ house. I should be back around say 11?”

“Oh okay. I’ll be waiting.”

“’Kay. Use the spare key to get inside. I don’t want you outside.”

“I feel you. Thanks bae. See you.”

“Yh. Bye.”

After I hung up, I threw down the phone. Me and Drew have been dating for almost 6 months and really, he’s my first relationship in a long time. I just don’t trust boys anymore. After that thing with Andrew, it just left me heartbroken. I absentmindedly rubbed my tummy thinking back on it all and sighed. I really wanted that baby. And at the same time, I don’t want to get pregnant.

Okay so the deal between me and Drew is that, he’s just so dead. Like boring. When we first met, he was so full of life and we would go out so often. He made me feel like myself. I laughed and I cried with him. I loved him. I still do, but I don’t understand what happened. He’s just so dull now.

I reach at my parents place. I didn’t see mom’s car but I still wanted to make sure she really wasn’t there.I cut off the engine and grab my bag. I double checked to make sure my wallet and phone were well hidden. I didn’t need none of it to be stolen tonight.  I walk up to the front door and knock. I hear aot of noise before the door opened. There stood my father. High as hell. You could literally smell the weed on him. His eyes were red and glossy. His head was bobbing back and forth.

“H-hi princess.”

“Uh, hey dad. Is mom around?”

“Nope, she took Miciah with her. I think she had to work late… Why don’t you come in?”

“No, I’m good. I just wanted to see her.”

“Oh, but come on. We haven’t had our daddy daughter time in a while. Come in please.” He said and tried to look at me with pleading eyes. I sighed and proceeded into the house. It reeked of weed and alcohol. I walked into the living room to find about 5 men sitting on the couch laughing and smoking. I just stood there abit unsurely.

“Ohhhh..we got us a young thang tonight.” One of the guys yelled out. They all laughed. I wasn’t liking this.

“Uh, bye with all of that. I’m his daughter. Why is yall here?”

“Oh… Well we just having a good ole time sweet thang. Why don’t you join us?” another replied and offered me a joint. Where the hell is my dad. This nigguh ain’t serious.

“No, I’ll pass.” I said and rolled my eyes. I was about to walk out to the restroom when the same guy yelled out.

“Where you going ma?”

“Bathroom.”

“Oh… cool.” He replied and took another drag of his joint. Could this s/hit  get any worse?

I relieved myself and washed my hands. As I was about to walk out, I felt a hand on my wrist. I froze up. This wasn’t about to happen.

“Let go of me.”

“Nah, I want some first.”

“Bye with that. You ain’t getting nothing. Now I suggest you let me go before my father sees you.”

“I really don’t give a flying f/uck. Now you gonna listen to me and give me some.” He said and pushed me back into the tiny bathroom. He started feeling up my breasts. I tried to get him to stop, but it didn’t help. He just kept going. He started going lower and lower. His hand rubbed right above my crotch.

“Damn, baby you got a body on you.” He whispered in my ear.

He was about to unbutton my pants, when a knock on the door stopped him.

“Hello? I need you to get out right now.” My mother yelled. I sighed in relief and the tears that had formed finally started to fall.

“S/hit.” he muttered under his breath. He kissed my cheek and walked out. I felt so dirty. I just wanted to go home.

I walked out a few moments after him to find my mother staring at me. She realized what happened and she walked over to me. She then took me into an embrace. I cried on her.

“M-ma… I’m gonna go. I’ll talk to you on the phone.” I said, letting her go. She shook her head in understanding.

When I got in the car, I looked up at the time. It read 12 am. S/hit Drew might be angry. And right I was.

When I arrived at my apartment, he was outside. He seemed so pissed. Damn.

“I-I’m sorry. I got caught up.” I whispered to him and walked pass him into the apartment. I sat on the couch and a few moments later he joined me. My eyes started to fill with tears. S/hit I was about to tell him. 

“D-drew?”

“Yes?”

“Something happened tonight… Promise me you won’t be mad.” I whispered at him while looking into his eyes. I could see absolutely no emotion in them. Damn, he was really angry. I told him everything. I left no details out. I ended up sobbing in my hands. He didn’t move an inch. His facial expression stayed the same. It hurt me to think he didn’t care. So I got up and went into the shower. I took a hot long shower. I was scrubbing so hard that my skin turned red. I cried. Why me?

When I came out, he was standing there. I just looked at him abit shocked and scared. What was up?

“Get on the bed.” He said calmly.

“D-drew, I have nothing on.” I whispered and sniffled.

“I SAID, GET ON THE BED NOW!” he thundered at me. I did as told. He started undressing and I realized what was about to happen. I wasn’t gonna let it happen.

“Drew, no please. Don’t do this. I wanted to wait. C’mon we agreed on that.” I said while slowly edging off the bed. He just grabbed me and started giving me head. I screamed for him to stop, but he never did. He continued and I just kept fighting and crying.

“Shut the hell up, I bet you wasn’t screaming when he touched you, you slut!” he yelled and slapped me. Then he took out him manhood. My eyes grew wide. S/hit he was big. He roughly thrusted in and out of me. It hurt so badly. I screamed and cried. He just kept going for what was an entire hour. I bled abit and he stopped after he came inside me.

“We are through. Don’t you dare try to get in contact with me, you whore.” He said calmly before leaving. I just stayed where I was and cried. I was sore and every move I made hurt. Why did this happen to me?

Chapter 9: Work

Onika is now 19 years old. Fresh out of high school. Her mother couldn’t afford to send her off to college, so Onika had to work. She didn’t mind it though; it made her feel more independent. She currently works at Red Lobster in the Bronx and earns well over $500 dollars a week. She had her eyes on this white BMW that she wanted so she was saving up for it. Sadly Onika attitude problem which led to her discourteousness to customers. She kept losing her job because of that.

Onika’s P.O.V.

This is my 3rd week working at this Red Lobster joint in the Bronx. Everything is just the usual, but there was something about today that made me feel abit uncomfortable.

Towards our closing hour which was 11.00 p.m., there were only 3 tables left. The first had a family of 4, the second was a couple and the third was a party of 8. Moral of the situation, I was in for a big tip. I was extra friendly towards them, even though the family table was getting on my last nerve.

As I was waiting on their food, they kept calling me over and over just to refill their basket with garlic bread. It irritated me but I kept a fake smile on. Once I was back in the kitchen I rolled my eyes and opened my notebook which was filled with raps. My glasses were getting foggy due to the heat in here. I took them off and began to read one of the raps I’ve recently written. I was about to fix one of the lines, when I received a tap on the shoulder. I looked up irritated to come face to face with another waitress.

“Your tables are waiting.” She said with a smirk. I returned that same smirk and took up the plates and took them to the tables.

About 45 minutes all the tables were finished eating.  I cleared them and asked if they wanted dessert. Only the table of 8 wanted. The others just paid and left. I earned $10 from one and $20 from the other. I put the $30 along with the $50 I already earned today.

I got the dessert for the table of 8 from the kitchen. My glasses fogged once more and I couldn’t really see where the table was. Luckily I made it and was able to give them the dessert. I then took off the glasses and one of the guys’s winked at me while biting his lip. I can’t lie, he was kind of cute but not for me.

When they left, I was literally skipping to the table to see how big of a tip they left me. I saw none. But I did find 2 notes written on a paper towel. They said.

“You’re cute.” “Lose the glasses tho.” Ouch. That stung abit. Then it upset me. I worked extra hard, and was extra nice for this. Heck no. I angrily cleaned up the table before checking out and going home.

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sorry that it's so short.. It was basically a filler, but i'm still writing so yahh .. you'll be satisfied .. i'm srry it took so long *runs from you and hides behind a wall* '

~Chelle-M

Chapter 8: I Adhear To The Nonesense

Onika's P.O.V.

I'm here at home, well my new home now. We moved again because dad was getting abit rowdy again and mom didn't want that around her. Jelani isn't speaking o me still and it has been 2 weeks sinds the 'thing'. My mother supports we and tries to convince me that I asn't ready to have a baby yet. I adhear to all that nonsense but never let it sink in. I wanted the baby, it as mine. It was mines to take care of, to love, to feed, and to have. I didn't really care what Andrew did. Speaking of him, a flashback hit's me right then.

I walked up to him while he was talking down this Asian whore-looking chick. She was blushing at whatever it was he was saying to her. He was working his charms on her. I smirked on inside remembering how I used to fall as a block for all of that. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned smiling before looking abit shocked at me.

"Uh.. H-hey"

"Hi Andrew"

"What's up, haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh funny, I’ve been seeing tons of you." I said with anger dripping from my voice.

"Look Onika, I feel that what we had was special. But I’m too young to have kids."

"Yeah I know, me too. But I would've loved to keep it." I say with a single tear running down my cheek. I was holding my now flat, empty stomach. He looked at it, and I see a wash of relief washing over him. "Your f-cking happy about this aren't you?!? I said with my voice rising.

"No, no. Not at all." he said quickly.

"Babe, I’m hungry. Can we leave?" his, I assume, new girlfriend, says to him, disrupting our 
conversation.

"Nah, just hall your a**, don't you see us talking." I spat at her. She just watched me shocked before huffing off. Andrew sighed and put his hands on top his head.

"Listen Onika, we are over. I don't want to see you no more." He says to me. That cut me.

“Yeah I know nigguh. I just wanted to tell you that your a punk. Your always running from your problems. I hope that all your future girls have a womb that produces twins or more!" i yelled at him before walking off. He jus stood there baffled.

I sighed. I was so stupid to believe him. I was stupid to kiss and hug him. I was stupid to be seen with him. And most of all, I was stupid for letting him have all of me, when he didn't even deserve it at all. I lost my virginity to a dirt bag. What a waste.

I cried silently once again, I couldn't do this. I rub my stomach thinking that there is still something in there.

"I'm so sorry... Mommy loves you very much and hope that you are fine." I whisper to my stomach while rubbing it. My eyes stared to water once again. This was going to be difficult.

Jelani’s P.O.V.

I’m so disappointed in my baby sister. I thought she was better than this. Getting pregnant by one of the biggest players of our area. I could tell she was out of it lately, but what is a 14-year-old to do with a baby? I shook my head. She should’ve told me at least. I cried that night after dad said it at dinner. I could tell she was scared when she realized what he was talking about. I want to comfort her, but I still want to just ring her one for doing it in the first place.

I walked into a quiet house. Mother is at work. She’s a nurse. School’s supposed to start soon. Nika’s going to LaGuardia. I’m happy for her. My little sister, an actress. That made me smile. As I’m walking up the stairs, I could hear my sister crying once again. She’s been in this depressed state for the past 2 weeks. It always broke my heart to see her sad, so imagine how I felt about her crying. I sighed. “Why lord?” I ask myself. I walk up to her door and knock. She doesn’t answer but I still go in.

“Hey…” I say. She just stays in the same position, which is with her face in her pillow and sitting in a corner in her room.

“’Nika, I’m so sorry.” I say and my voice cracked. I could feel the tears form in my eyes. She just cried harder. I walk up to her and pick her up, hugging her as we cried together. She just continued sobbing into my shirt. She wasn’t herself that was clear to see. Her room was filled with tissues and her clothes. Her bed was not made, and she just looked like a hot mess. Her hair was all over the place. Her eyes were almost swollen shut. She looked paler and even abit skinnier. I was shocked; I didn’t know it was this bad for her.

“N-nika, please… let’s go eat something.” I said to her while slowly letting her go. She just flopped down on her bed with tiny sniffles still sounding. She felt around for something then just stopped moving. “C’mon, Nika please… for me?”

“N-no…no I have nothing else to live for. If I can’t have my baby, then I don’t deserve to live!” she
screamed at me and pulled out a small pocket knife from under her pillow.

“Nika, don’t do this please.” I said with my hands up in surrender. I didn’t want her to do this.

“No Lani, I let everyone down. I killed my baby. I have nothing.” She sobbed with the knife pointed to herself.

“Nika, I know. I really do. But look, I’m not angry with you. I know how you feel. I love you Nika, I don’t want you to do this. I know your hurting, but please just put the knife down.” I said while I inched towards her. She just sobbed. I doubt she was even stable. She was shaking. I slowly took the knife out of her hand. She gave it up without a fight.

“L-lani, what am I gonna do ?” she says to me. I sighed and looked her deep in her eyes. I took a moment to formulate my sentence.

“Move on Nika.” I say to her while cupping her face in my hands. Her eyes widened. Her tears stopped. “Besides, you look like the wife of frankenstein.” I said grinning. She cracked a small smile while moving the hair out her face.

“Whatever, you doof.” She said then threw a pillow at me. It missed me by a meter. I laughed and she did too. We wrestled for a while before cleaning up her room and getting her to eat. I think she’ll be just fine.

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Author's Note

If you guys know anything that happened to Nicki between the ages of 15-18 please inbox me it. I dnt want to go to a next chapter knowing that i missed something.

~'Chelle-M

Chapter 7: Mixed Situation

Onika is now 14 years old. School’s out for the summer and she super happy that it indeed is. Her mom’s been trying to get her to go to a performing arts school and she just might do it. She loves to act and sing so why not? She’s about to run into a terrible problem right before school begins. What will she do?

Onika’s P.O.V.

I’m here infront of this massive school building once again. This time to go to High School. Mom says it’s a performing arts school and so I guess that’s what we both want me to do later in life. I take a deep breath. Wait, I have no voice… how am I going to sing?

“Mom!” I croaked loudly. She looked at me startled then smiled.

“Yes honey.”

“How am I going to perform with no voice?!?”  I  tried yelling. The tears were prickling my eyes.  My throat hurt. I really didn’t want to go anymore.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go any more.” I say to her with tears in my eyes. “ I don’t want to embarrass myself.” She just held me in a tight hug.

“Baby, remember you have 2 auditions. 1 for singing and 1 for acting. Your great at both so don’t worry about 1. Okay?” she says looking me in the eyes.

I sighed. “Okay, let’s go.”

End P.O.V.

Onika did her first audition which was singing. She failed miserably. It really did hurt her. She just wanted to leave right then, but her mother wouldn’t let her. She then went in to do her acting audition.  When she was about 2 minutes into the audition, she relaxed and let her acting skills do the job. The judges really liked her performance. It seemed so realistic in their eyes. They gave her a standing ovation.

“Lovely, dahh-ling” said the 1^st judge. It was a british male.

“I’d really love to see you again little one.” Said the 2^nd while the 3^rd just continued clapping.

Onika was beaming. She thanked them and ran out of the the room. She ran straight into her mother’s arms.

“I did it.” She croaked.

“Yes baby, I saw you.”

“You think I got in?”

“Hmmm.. I think so you know.” Her mother tells her. Onika just beamed. She just might be going to a performing arts school

That afternoon, she went into the ice cream parlor.  She was gonna meet her boyfriend Andrew and tell him about today.

Onika’s P.O.V.

I’m here at the ice-cream parlor waiting on Andrew. That’s my boyfriend. Yes, I know what is a 14 year old doing with a boyfriend? Well, there’s not much to come home to. Mom’s always letting me be and dad is just another case by himself. I can’t really tell Jelani anything because it’ll just upset him. How can he get upset if he isn’t even isn’t really being himself and acting all moody? Anyways, back to Andrew.

He’s 16 years old. He’s really cute and very humorous. He promised me that we’ll stay together forever and that we were meant to be. He always says that 1 day; he’d want to have kids with me. He’s just so dreamy. Pretty eyes that were a mixture of green and hazel. And very plump lips. Almost every girl on the block wants him but he always turns them down. I was so surprised when he asked me to go out with him. 

Ofcourse I said yes, I mean who would turn down a guy like him. Nique tells me he’s a player and breaks up with girls and even got some pregnant. I didn’t really listen to her because he told me those relationships were like up 2 3 weeks and we’re already by 3 months.

I think I see Andrew walk in. He looks around for abit and then notices me. He had a maroon beanie on over his clean cut that he must’ve gotten that morning. He kisses my cheek and sits down.

“So, how was it babe?” he asks me.

“It was great… well one of them.” I croaked. He looked at me funny.

“Babe, what’s up with your voice?”

“I lost it sinds last night.” I said sadly. He got up and sat next to me. He put his arm around me and I inhaled 

his cologne. He smells so good.

“Don’t worry babygirl, it’ll be back soon.” He says while he kisses my forehead. “So tell me about the auditions.”

I told him everything. He looked me straight in the eyes when I told him. He smiled at the end.

“So babygirl’s gonna be an actress then?” he said while smirking and cocking up one eyebrow. I swear to God, he’s so handsome. I giggled and kissed him. We were kissing for a good 10 minutes before he just stopped.

“Let’s go back to my place. I have a gift for you.” He says with a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It was lust. He wanted me. I could tell. I want him too, but I don’t know. Ah well, let’s go. I nodded at him and we left the parlor.

His house is about 20 minutes from mines. His parents weren’t home so we had the house to ourselves. He was putting music on the stereo while I looked around. He looked like neither of his parents. I wondered about that.

End P.O.V.

While she was looking around, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. If only she knew what he was planning. He was happy that he finally got her and now he might be lucky.

 Andrew walked up behind her and started kissing her neck. Onika started to feel a way. A feeling she never felt before. She felt like laughing and screaming at the same time. It tickled and felt really good. She turned her head to him and they kissed some more. It grew heated very fast and Andrew moved them to him bed.

As she lay under him, all Onika could think about was how good he is with her. So she basically let her have her. Andrew pulled away from her to get a condom and got right to work. Onika screamed out in pain. There was a little bit of blood on the bed. She had lost her virginity. As they were getting busy she was moaning out his name and scratching up his back.  It hurt so much, so he stopped and tried again later. They were going so fast that the condom ripped and he busted inside her. She didn’t know what would happen but he did. He looked at her abit shocked before kissing her and getting up to go shower.

Onika just laid there, her legs were really weak from it all. She really wasn’t expecting it to be so much pain yet it felt so good at the same time. She stumbled across the room looking for her clothes and put them on. She looked at the time. It read 8 p.m.

“Shit!” she said with eyes wide. She swiftly moved around the house, ignoring the pain between her legs. She made herself look presentable before looking around for Andrew. He was still in the shower. She shrugged and left.

Carol’s P.O.V.

I’m here waiting for Onika. I haven’t seen her sinds the auditions. I wanted to take her out and have a nice dinner to show her how happy I am for her.

She walked in around 8:30 p.m. She saw me and tried walking away but I called her back. She had this funny limp while walking. I shook my head and wiped my face with my palms.

“Where were you?”

“At a friend’s.” she said to me. I knew she was lying. I didn’t want to pressure her. I already knew that my little girl was no longer a virgin. I just wanted her to tell me.

“Okay, sinds you’re just coming from by a friend, why are you walking like that?” I said with one eyebrow cocked up. Her eyes widened as if she was caught.

“I-I hit my knee on t-the coffee table while we were playing hide and seek.”

“Onika… When you’re ready to tell me what really happened let me know, but for now, you’re on punishment. Goodnight.” I say to her with a stern voice. She hung her head low and pouted. I saw a tear escape her beautiful eyes. I just wanted her to tell me and stop hiding things like this away from me.

“G’night ma.” She whispered.

-Three months after-

I heard Onika throwing up once again. She keeps telling me that it’s nothing. Sometimes I want to hold her and shake her and scream at her. I already knew what had happened. She’s pregnant. My little baby, pregnant by the lord knows who.  

I wanted to take her to the doctor but she refuses. Lord, what have I done wrong?

 End P.O.V.

Onika went over to Nique’s house that morning after trying to eat breakfast. Nique opened the door and frowned when she saw how her friend was looking. Nique knew what her friend was here for. Onika had asked her to get a pregnancy test for her. Onika didn’t get her period for the last 3 months and she was worried. Andrew stopped picking up her calls and she didn’t know what to think.

 They went straight into Nique’s bathroom and Onika took the test… As they waited, they played with Nique’s recording stuff. They rapped a little but you clearly tell that both of them were scared.

Onika went back into the bathroom and read the test slowly. She screamed out which caused Nique to go in the bathroom. She read the test as well and then went and hugged Onika, who was on her bathroom floor crying. The test read pregnant. They were both shocked. What is a 14 year old to do with a baby?

-That Night-

Onika’s P.O.V.

I tried eating dinner, but my stomach wouldn’t let me. I rested my hand on my stomach and just sighed. Jelani and mom where watching me the entire time. I had put the pregnancy test in one of my pants upstairs. I was still in shock. There was a little life growing inside of me.

While we were eating, somebody was knocking on the door. Mom got up and went to answer it. You could hear her yelling at someone and that person yelling back. It was the face of someone I swore that I’d never want to see again in my life. It was my dad.

“Where that little girl at?!?” he yelled at her while trying to move past my mother. I was scared. He was here for me. Oh God.

“Who’s is it?” he yelled at me. I just fiddled with my hands. “Onika I am speaking to you!”  I began sobbing. “Fine don’t tell me, but one thing for sure, you are going down to the clinic to schedule an abortion. I am not having no child of mines raise a baby in this household.”

“No!” I yelled at him while holding my stomach. “I’m not aborting my baby!”  I said with tears running down my cheeks. Jelani looked at me shocked before angrily going up to his room. Mother just stood there with tears in her eyes.  I couldn’t believe it.  How did my father know? Who could’ve told him?

I was thinking so much that at a certain point everything became blurry. I blacked out.

End P.O.V.

Onika’s father scheduled the abortion for her while she was in the hospital. She had absolutely no say in this situation. She had given up her baby. She wasn’t happy. Andrew was cheating on her. Her brother wasn’t speaking to her and her father was again nowhere to be seen. Even her mother seemed to be abit different around her. The thing that sat heavily on her mind was her baby, she actually wanted to keep it. This wasn’t fair at all.

               

Chapter 6: Fire !

Onika’s father is still acting weird. He won’t really speak to anyone and sometimes when Onika, her mother or brother came home, they would see that something was missing. Her mother thought it was a robber until she realized the person took furniture too. It had her thinking that her husband was doing it. Things were slowly clicking into place.

Onika’s P.O.V.

It’s night time. I think around 10 p.m. I’m supposed to be sleeping but I keep tossing and turning. One of my favorite gold hoops were missing. I miss them. I haven’t told my mother because I know it would hurt her. I got those from my grandmother. I sighed and turned again. I wish they would just pop up or something.

I’ve made friends with a few kids that lived about 5 blocks from the house. They’re my age and just like me. Shy but loud. And also not afraid to speak their mind. They always ask about my parents and I lie to them, time and time again. Same story at school. I have a feeling that she knows what’s going on, but wouldn’t ask me anything. I rather it like this as well. I don’t want to talk about this to anyone.  As you can see, there’s just too much happening right now for me to really sleep well at night.

My thoughts are disrupted by a someone calling my name.

“Onika, it’s me.” Nicki says to me with a smile.

“Hi Nicki, I can’t sleep again.”

“Ah, I know the feeling babygirl.” She then says to me with an understanding pout.

“Yeah… will you sing to me again please?”

“Shure thing. Anything for you princess.” She said then giggled. Her voice was so soothing for me. I fell asleep almost immediately. But not before hearing the front door slam… once again.

~End P.O.V.~

Carol Maraj was downstairs on the living room couch, reading the bible. She jumped abit when she heard the door slam shut once again. She was waiting on her husband to reach home. She sat up and waited for him to come out of the kitchen with his plate of food and his beer.

“Robert, we need to talk.” She said while he put his beer down on the coffee table.

“Carol, I jus reach home, leave me be.” Robert answered her harshly before reaching for the TV control on the coffee table.

“Robert, dey ain’t much times that meh call yuh name eh, so ama tell yuh again. Robert we need to… now!” she said with her Trinidadian accent thick as ever.

He looked at her funny before sighing and taking up his plate of food and placing it on his lap.

“Speak woman.”

Carol sighed before answered. She was calming herself this way.

“Robert, what I’m about to ask you, I want you to tell me the truth…” she said and paused. “Are you stealing from us and why are you doing it.”

He looked at her as if he were guilty for a few seconds before his expression turned into rage.

“Yes and so what?!?” he said harshly. He was acting funny and his eyes were red.

“Robert, we both work so why do you do that?!? You have us worried sick that someone’s coming into our house every day, stealing things that are very important to us.” Carol said with tears brimming her eyes. “I can’t believe you would do such a thing. Why?”

Robert took a sip of his beer before answering.

“Because Carol, I have no job and I owed a few buddies so I took from you all to pay them. Simple.” He said coldly. It took every fiber of Carol’s being not to reach over and smack him. Her hands were literally shaking. She had a feeling that he didn’t have a job but how long has it been and what does he do over day then?

“Robert how long has it been?” she asked. Her voice was very soft which scared Robert abit. He didn’t want her to do anything other than yell at him. He brushed off his shoulders before answering his wife that was now standing infront of him.

“Ever since the kids came.” He said and looked Carol in the eyes. She looked at him with disbelief. She had her hand to her mouth and tears rolling slowly down her cheeks.

“Okay, well I’m going to bed.” She said before turning to grab her bible and walk out of the living room. She went up to the room their shared. She went and showered before putting on her night gown and tying her hair up. She went in bed and put on her night light before reaching for her bible and reading a scripture about not giving up. There was one that really stood out to her. It says:

Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the LORD your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6

She smiled before putting her bible away and clasping her hands together in prayer. She said a silent prayer about her family before doing her nightly prayer. She turned off the night light and turned on her side. As she was falling asleep, she heard the bedroom door open and close. A few seconds later she felt the bed shift and a pair of hands wrap around her waist. The arms were to tiny to be Robert’s own so she turned over to see her son looking at her straight in the eyes.

“I love you mommy. No matter what happens.” He whispered while still hugging on to her body.

Carol smiled at him and played with his hair abit. “I love you too mama’s boy.”

They fell asleep soon after.

Meanwhile Robert was downstairs still. In all that little time that just passed, he has drunk 3 beers and still something was missing. He reached into his back pocket and revealed a small clear baggy which contained crack. He smiled. As he was about to start the whole process, he remembered where he was. He stood up and got his coat. After he placed it over his shoulders, he walked out the door. This time he closed it softly.

Over a period of a few days, things went normal. Robert never came home and they noticed that nothing was missing anymore. Jelani’s attitude was getting better but Onika was still abit off in her own world.

Carol couldn’t really blame her daughter. Her surroundings was molding her abit to be this way. Shure, her daughter would still be her sassy little self and acted like different things a lot, but there was still something missing in her daughter. That was another thing; her daughter had a thing for acting. She looked to believable and realistic that Carol couldn’t help but wonder.  Should she send Onika to a creative arts school?

Carol’s P.O.V.

I woke up this Friday morning feeling abit uneasy. Like I felt that something was coming. I didn’t know what exactly but I hope it isn’t something bad. I got the kids ready for school and sent them on their way. Hopefully I didn’t have to go to Onika’s middle school to hear that she fought again.

I shook my head at the thought. There was a time that she literally ripped open a girl’s top while clawing her hands over her skin. It left terrible marks and I confronted Onika about it. After I scolded her, she kept looking at me as if she were waiting for me to do something before turning away and going to her room.

-That Evening-

While I sat with my kids at the dinner table, Onika abruptly stopped eating and looked at her brother. He stopped eating too and looked at her. I cleared my throat to catch their attention. They both immediately turned back to their plates before finally confronting me.

“Mom, is it alright that me and Onika sleep over by a friend that lives a few blocks away?” Jelani asks me.

“Shure, you can go but Onika is staying.” I said while looking at her.

She pouted. Her lower lip was slowly trembling while her eyes opened abit wide. I hated when she did this. It could easily make me give in.

“But, why?” she asks me.

“Because, you fighting in school will not be tolerated.”

Onika sighed loudly before stomping off to her room. She slammed the door. Jelani was just staring at me.

“But ma, it does not gonna be any fun without her.”

“I know, but she needs to learn that violence isn’t the answer."

Onika came back downstairs with a paper in her hand. She handed it to me and folded her arms while waiting for my reaction.

I sighed and read it over. It was reasons why she should go.

“I see… No. Now go to bed.”

She looked at me abit sad before running off. Tears were brimming her eyes.

END P.O.V.

That night Carol had a dream. It was different from all other dreams that she has had. There was a fire in the house. She couldn’t reach her children in time and them all dead. Robert was laughing at them.

“That’s for doing this all to me… I hope you all burn in hell.” He yelled at her.

Carol woke up that night dripping of her sweat. She ran to the kitchen to get a drink of water before returning to her bedroom and calling up her children’s friend’s mother. She asked her to take the kids for the weekend. She knows she told Onika no but she felt that she had to do it.

It’s Saturday night now. Onika and Jelani are by their friend. Onika was happy that her mom let her go but still found it odd that she didn’t stick to her word in the beginning.

Onika and Jelani were sleeping in the guest room when at 3 am, their friend’s mother woke them up.

“Hey, you guys need to get up. There’s something going on at your house.” She said.

They woke up quickly and put on a robe over their night clothes. Also they placed their slippers on their feet. Sinds it was a few blocks down they walked it. As they were getting closer they could see smoke. As they saw this, they began to run.

Onika’s P.O.V.

I ran as fast as my little legs could take me. I was scared. Was mommy okay? What happened?

As my house came into view I could see the fire truck and an ambulance.  I saw my mother on the stretcher. I ran towards her.

“Mommy, Mommy!!” I yelled with tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't bare to see her looking so helpless. She had a mask over her mouth that was helping her breathe. I was upset. Why did this happen to her.

Jelani just started beating a nearby tree, cursing obsinities while one of the paramedics tried to calm him down. He was crying as well. I walked up to him and just held him. He immediately stopped beating the tree and turned to me. We cried together. Never in our lives did we expect something like this to happen.

I could just imagine that all my dolls and clothes were gone. Things that meant most to me, were no longer there. And what scared me the most was that my father was nowhere to be seen.

“I think he did this.” Jelani says to me. It was almost as if he heard what I was thinking.

I sighed. I just wanted to see my mother. The neighbor took us back to her house and told us that she would keep us until our mom was better and we had somewhere to stay.

I must say I was very grateful for that because, honestly I was just in shock. I think that this could easily mark the worst day of my life. All my things gone and my mother in the hospital because of my father. I literally hated the man more now.  He has pulled the last straw for me. I have had it with him.

-End P.O.V.-