2-year-old Anovah Carter has to deal with the colorist parents she was "blessed" with. Her whole life has been filled with pain, sadness, and abuse. Will she ever get away?
Farah and Treyton Williams have to live life not being able to conceive the...
The last two days have been somewhat peaceful. Police officers were in and out of Farah and Treyton's home recently, though, being that someone "anonymously" reported child endangerment inside the home. It was crazy, because everyone that was associated with Novah's past personal life, including Treyton's sister and parents, were locked up for the time being.
"I don't know, bae. We were just doing so good."
The two were seated at their kitchen table eating breakfast while Novah was still sleeping. She had been up late the night before because of all the noise from the officers.
"I just don't see why the fuck they want her back so bad. Nobody is that envious of a child; they just can't be."
"I don't even know. We just got to ignore it because they ain't going to find anything they looking for."
Nodding, Farah continued eating. They then heard Novah waking up on the monitor they keep with them in the kitchen, and Treyton went to get her. When he walked away, Farah's phone dinged.
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Farah was confused. She knew it wasn't somebody she knew, but she couldn't pinpoint anybody else that had a problem with them or knew about their situation. She started to reply, but Treyton already came back in the kitchen.
"Tell mommy you wanted her, Peaches. You being fake with daddy today."
"I told you she don't like you for real! She like me more!"
Before he could clap back, she got another message.
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"Damn! What nigga trying to take my spot?"
"Bae I don't even know who this is! Look at this!"
He handed Novah to her and grabbed her phone. Reading the messages made his blood boil just that quick. He didn't mind these childish people texting his phone; he could just ignore it. But, he didn't play about his wife. That was a big no in his book.
"Who the hell could this be, man? They got people watching us or something?"
When Treyton said that, more messages came to the phone. These made him see red and he was ready to be on his bullshit at this point.
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"This shit ending today. Imma need you to tell me everybody that you told about the miscarriages too. And them bitch ass doctors just in case."
Farah just simply nodded, slightly confused, but stood up with Novah to get what he asked for. Before Treyton could stop her, she reached and grabbed the phone and read the messages.
That took her back to a dark place immediately. She didn't ever want to feel like that again and now she had no choice.
"Don't even worry about that, mamas. We finna dead all that shit. I promise you that."
She nodded and walked off. Treyton sighed; he knew what she was feeling and it wasn't anything he could do to stop it at the moment.
