"Before 𝗛𝗶𝗺"
"Before 𝙃𝙚𝙧"
"Only 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 could tell how we'd end up."
They were 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲.
The life of 𝘀𝗲𝘅 strived through 𝗵𝗶𝗺.
The life of her 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 strived through 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
𝗛𝗲 wasn't looking for 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 wa...
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It's been three weeks sense the whole thing with Isaiah happened. In these past weeks we've found no record of where Isaiah's mother could be, it's like she's disappeared off the face of the earth. I've been helping him take care of Isaiah because with his work schedule and Isaiah showing up abruptly he hasn't had any time to do anything sense he's working.
On top of that Kiara's disappeared. It's all on the news, social media platforms, magazines, literally everywhere. Her assistant says she's been missing for more than four weeks now.
I sat at my parents house on the couch. These past few weeks have not been up to par with me. My family's been all over the place, right about now their arguing about how there life is too good to join everyone for a simple dinner.
"Why the Fuck should I be here, it's not like it's mandatory." My sister Kacy yelled.
"Why you too good to spend time with your family!" My mom yelled and trust me she never yells.
"No momma she's right we haven't spent time with each other in years why should we start acting like a family now." My brother Maliek backed up my sister.
"Why can't y'all just come sit down for a peaceful family dinner like Kat."
"Fuck Kat, it's always about her, we have family's and other shit to do then pretend. This dysfunctional ass family can eat shit I'm out." Kacy threw her arms in the arms in frustration.
My head has been feeling dizzy with all the—everything. For me situations have been piling one on top of another.
Momma don't know it but I know why she wants the family together. Pops dying and she don't know how to tell her ungrateful ass kids. Over the phone last week she let it slip that he only has a week left. I'm beyond pissed that it doesn't make any sense.
When Kacy tried to walk out the room I grab her arm and push her down on the couch.
"I'm so damn sick of all y'all shit. Y'all wanna act like a bitch towards everybody, everybody wanna go home to they families and kids and shit. Well I want y'all to explain why they granddaddy ain't comin' home for Christmas." The room for quiet. "What yall didn't know? Everybody wanna act like they too grown to spend time with family then disrespecting momma when she TRYIN TO FUCKIN' EXPLAIN TO YALL THAT DADDY IS FUCKIN DYIN' AND BY NEXT WEEK HE AINT GONE BE HERE!" My voice was stern as I yelled, but towards the end it started to crack up.
Kacy eyes had tears in them as she laughed. "You fuckin lying, just tryin' to be the good daughter and shit."
Before you know it my fist flew at her face. "I'm bout sick of yo shit."
Everybody in the room gasped. "Kataleya its fine go lie down."
"Oh so it's true." Kacy looked at momma with so much hurt. "Daddy dying?"
