Christopher Brown was a born into a Christian household , taught and followed the bible since could talk. You wouldn't be the son of the church anywhere but in service on Sunday beside Pastor, His father. It was one night, that turned into somethi...
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The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. - Psalms 34:18
Modesty 3am
We walked alongside the shore, He held onto my hand guiding my every step as the water kissed my skin. He was smiling at me letting it be known he loved my smile. " I've been really wanting to tell you something lately" He says stopping us from walking.
"Yes Chris?" I asked facing the love of my life. He held my hands tightly He looked up from his feet " From the moment I met you I knew you were gonna be my wife and every time I look into your eyes.. I don't want to wait anymore" He bends down on his knee, I try to keep my eyes on him as he asked me to marry him, All I could look at was behind him.
Cash held a gun to his head "Chris.. Chris.." I choked "Baby.."
"CHRIS!!"
*POP POP*
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"Chris!!" I inhaled intensely trying to catch my breath, the 5th nightmare this week. "Modei!" Navea rushed downstairs to me, as fast as her 8-month belly could carry her. She sat by my side, my body dripping cups of sweat, I began to cry and gag "It's okay, it's okay" She rushes to get the bucket beside the couch. She pulled my hair out of my face as I vomited. "Let it out..." She mumbled rubbing my back. I was forever grateful for her.
"Are you okay?" She brought me a glass of water after I had calmed down "Yeah. This shit hurts like hell" I held my stomach. "You want some tea or something? I can make you one"
"No thanks.." I said. "Okay, well I'm gonna make myself one, then we can watch a movie or something, I couldn't sleep for shit" She goes into the kitchen.
In the last month, all I could do was cry. All I had was Navea and her momma and dealing with no contact with Chris and losing my baby has not been easy. I've tried to talk to him ever since the day he came to see me at the rehab center and he has not wanted to talk to me about anything. I was hurt, He said he loved me but I haven't seen him or spoken with him in weeks and it was like I hardly existed to him. I could've used his support while saying goodbye to my child, he didn't even return my phone calls.
I got up and went into the bathroom checking my bleeding. It seemed to have died down a lot. I got myself cleaned up and everything before washing my hands and going back to sit on the couch with Vea.
"How do you feel ?" She asked. I shrugged "The same". She nodded " The doctor said it wasn't gonna be an easy week.. Just take it one day at a time girl" She took a sip of her tea sitting on the coffee table. "What about you? I heard you talking to August last night" I returned the question covering myself up with my blanket. She smacked her lips "Waste of a phone call for real... It's crazy how a nigga can go from wanting a family with you to making the streets their main priority. Bitch I'm almost at the end of my pregnancy I don't have time for that shit" "What did he say?" I asked at her frustration.
