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.-
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