Family

Quince

Miami, Florida
1:30 P.M.
A Week Later...

The past week was a little hectic. Cicely did wake up, and she was being taken of by Farah, Treyton, and a home are nurse that they were given, in the comforts of her own home. Bianca and Clarence were caught, and they were held in jail until today. They had been trying to hitchhike disguised, but that didn't go as planned. Now, they were all sitting in the courtroom waiting for them to be convicted.

"Who is here representing Clarence and Bianca Carter?"

"I am, your honor. Howie Davis."

"And who is here on behalf of Anovah Carter?"

"Me, your honor. Micheal Ross."

"Very well. Let's get started. As test results state, Anovah Carter was molested while in the care of Bianca and Clarence Carter. How does the defendants plead?"

"Not guilty, your honor. My clients have never once touched that little girl inappropriately. Yes, they believe in tough love, but they did not molest her. No one has. We have reason to believe that the test results were rigged."

"Do you have evidence of that, Mr. Davis?"

"No, your honor. But we just do not see how those results came back positive."

"Well they did. We will need a sample of blood from Clarence Carter as well as Bianca Carter. And once we match the DNA, you all will get a call. As of now, Mr. and Mrs. Carter will be held under state custody."

"WHAT?! THAT IS NOT FAIR! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"Mrs. Carter! Quiet down or you will be booked right this instant."

That statement calmed her down completely. She still, however, managed to glare at Novah and inflict fear upon her.

While her and Clarence were being handcuffed, their lawyer was secretly making illegal connections. He didn't like to lose, and he didn't like playing fair. But, everyone else would learn that the hard way.

"Court is now adjourned until further notice."

With that, everyone was dismissed.

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Pulling up to Cicely's house, Treyton recognized a familiar car in her driveway. It was Trisha's.

"Man. What the hell she doing over here, bro?"

"Let's just wait and see, boo. Novah don't need to be around the drama. And I just know Trisha going to try and start something."

"You right, bae. Imma ignore her just because Peaches with us."

Getting out the driver's side, he walked around and opened Farah's door before going to the back and getting Novah out of her seat. She instantly uplifted his mood.

"Wassup, Peaches. Why you smiling so hard, girl?"

She didn't fully understand sentences that well, so all she did was reach for him while giggling.

"Let's go, girl."

After getting her out and grabbing her diaper bag, they began walking up the driveway. As they got closer, they heard multiple voices. Loud voices. And that made them rush the rest of way, only to discover that the door was already cracked open.

Pushing the door open completely, they walked in and saw Trisha, Omar, and Idah fussing with the home care worker.

"WELL THIS IS MY MOTHER! I DO NOT WANT YOU HERE ANYMORE!"

"Ma'am, I understand that. But Mr. Williams is the only one that can make those kind of decisions."

"FUCK HIM! HE NOT HERE SO I AM TELLING YOU TO LEAVE AND DO NOT COME BACK!"

Clearing his throat, Treyton got the attention of all of them. You could very easily see the color drain from Trisha's face, and Omar visibly started to sweat. Idah was just standing there glaring at her brother.

"Why the hell y'all here bothering her? She doing her job and y'all messing that up. Wassup wit' that?"

"She don't need anybody here! We can help her instead of spending all that money!"

"That's why y'all ain't spending. I'm doing it myself so what's the problem?"

"That's money that could help us out. Why you want to give it to some random person?"

Handing Novah to Farah, you could see him getting irritated.

" I ain't helping y'all wit' shit. Now leave her alone and let her do her job."

Not saying anything else, they all just sat down in the front room. Farah followed behind them, and Treyton stayed behind to make sure the worker, Rachelle Thomas, was okay.

"I'm sorry about that, Chelle. You can leave for the rest of the day. Imma be here with her."

"It's okay. I'm used to it. And just let me know if I need to come back."

Seeing her off, Treyton went to make sure Cicely was okay up in her room. He talked to her for a few minutes, then left out once she became tired.

Walking back downstairs, he heard Trisha questioning Farah. And Idah was questioning her just as much.

"Why y'all questioning my wife?"

"We just trying to be apart of everything. You don't ever tell us anything."

"I wonder why. But since y'all gotta know so bad, this our daughter Novah. She two."

"Well she don't look like y'all."

"She adopted. And that ain't none of y'all business to begin with."

"Just making sure she ain't playing you. That's all."

"Yeah don't even start that shit. Why y'all here anyways?"

"We came to see my mother. Why are y'all here?"

"We here everyday."

"Oh. Well we're just going to leave. We have some people to meet up with. But, we're having a family gathering next weekend. You guys should come. We have some people for you to meet, Treyton."

"We'll think about it. Bye."

Rolling her eyes, Trisha got up and left with Omar following her. Idah stayed back just a few minutes, as planned.

"Be there on time, little brother. We need people to meet our new family addition."

"She ain't no family of y'all's. Now go ahead and leave. Little puppet."

Once again, Idah left mad. She hadn't gotten under Treyton's skin like she was supposed to, and that bothered her. But, she had something cooking that would for sure get to him. If she played her cards right, she knew she may be able to break up their family.