Family

Trece

Miami, Florida
9:00 A.M.
The Next Morning...

The following morning, Farah and Treyton were up bright and early to talk about the events from last night. They were both still slightly confused about how the couple knows where they stay.

"I just don't get it, boo. Why the hell they want her back so bad just to turn around and harm her some more? Maybe even worse this time?"

"I don't even know, bae. And I'm most definitely finna be extra careful since those results came back. Shit still got me mad tight right now."

Recently, Amarah had called back with Novah's test results. As everyone suspected and dreaded, she had been molested. It wasn't a severe case, meaning nothing was out of place within her insides and other important things, but she was most definitely touched inappropriately.

"I know. That shit really disgusts me every time I think about it. And then we have to sit in court with them and act like shit sweet, boo!"

"For real, man. I really want to wring they necks bro! Like how the fuck you that sick and still be able to sleep peacefully at night?"

"I don't know, boo. But best believe if they asses don't get locked up I'm most definitely puttin' hands on somebody."

While they continued their conversation, there was a knock on the door and Novah woke up whining through the baby monitor at the same time.

"I'll get Novah, mamas. You can go check the door."

Nodding, Farah went to the door while Treyton went to get Novah from upstairs.

Looking through the peephole, she saw two officers along with Amarah. Thinking the worse, she swung the door open quickly.

"Good morning, Mrs. Williams. Is it okay if we step in? It's pretty urgent."

"Of course! Is everything okay? Is it something to do with Novah?"

"No, ma'am. It's actually about Mr. and Mrs. Carter."

"Well you guys can come over here and sit. My husband is on his way down now."

When Treyton came downstairs holding Novah, he was confused to see her social worker and the cops.

"Wassup? Everything okay?"

"Hi Mr. Williams. I was just about to start the conversation with your wife. Would you like to be apart of it?"

"Yeah. Let me go put her down right quick."

He went to put Novah in her play room they had down there for her, and made sure she was occupied before he went back in the front room. He took a seat beside his wife and the conversation began.

"Well as you guys know the results for Anovah came back positive. Mr. and Mrs. Carter were informed of their court date, as they will be receiving jail time, but they are nowhere to be found at the moment. We just wanted to know if you guys happened to have ran into them recently or heard anything."

"They did come here at around ten o'clock last night."

"Did they say anything that hinted they were leaving? Did they cause any trouble or harm?"

"They were trying to get us to give Anovah to them. They didn't really mention anything else. But we were skeptical about it because we don't know how they got our address."

"Well do you know anyway to get in touch with either of them? Like anyway possible? We lost all communication with them."

"Well we do have a number that she's been using to blowup our phones. But I'm not sure if she still uses it."

"Anything would help, ma'am. My partner and I could go outside right now and try to track it if you have the information on hand."

"Of course. Let me see. The number is 803-***-****. That's the last number that she tried to reach us on."

"And when was the last time she tried to contact either of you?"

"The day before yesterday."

"Okay. We'll be right back."

When the two officers stepped outside, Amarah and Farah continued talking about the possible outcomes of the situation while Treyton went to check on Novah.

The whole situation rubbed him the wrong way. It's just not making any sense to him how they don't want her, but they won't let her be happy either.

"Hey, baby girl. What you in here doing?"

"Play, dada. I play."

"You having fun, peaches?"

Peaches had become a newfound nickname for her. They were trying her with different types of fruit, and she took a special liking to peaches.

"YES!"

Laughing at her enthusiasm, he left her to play but not without giving her a daily requested kiss.

Walking back in the front room, he could sense the change in the atmosphere. He just knew something was about to piss him off more.

"What's wrong, bae? What happened?"

"Boo! They ain't nowhere to be found! But they got our address from somebody down at that girls home!"

"Man you serious?"

"Yes, sir. It seems that one of the younger girls there was bribed, and now they somehow disconnected the phone that they're were using."

"Boo! That ain't even the worse part! Like they dead ass dirty as hell. And yo' "sister" is too!"

"What you talking 'bout, bae? What the hell happened?"

Looking at Amarah and the cops for some kind of explanation, they figured this was something his wife should disclose to him.

"They went to grams house and fucked with her, Trey. She been in the hospital for two days now. She ain't even breathing on her own right now, bro!"

Hearing that, Treyton's breathing slowed and his heart dropped.