Big Aint Bad

Chapter 27

Ke'Lana

I pulled up to the local Starbucks. I had dropped Korey off at Kemani & Armani's & driven over to meet Jessica's mother.

After a Frappe & an hour later I was about to leave. But then a middle aged Caucasian woman came in the door.

She doesn't look like the mother to a Latina child. Hmmm. Maybe Jessica was mixed.

"Lana?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm Maria. Jessica's mother."

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand as she took a seat.

"So ummm how long has Jessica been missing?" I asked.

"Oh about 6 months now. We haven't given up hope. I'm praying everyday that she comes home." She said getting teary eyed.

"I see that she's only 16 years old." I said.

"Yes. She's very young but very smart for her age. Im afraid that she ran away & got caught up in some terrible stuff." She said.

"Hmm well I don't know where she is but I'll try to get any clues." I said.

"Thank you very much." She said crying.

After another hour of chatting we went our separate ways. I was pissed. What the hell was my husband doing with this child's shit in his safe?

I didn't know but Monday night I was damm sure gonna find out.

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Indiya

Its been a while huh?

I now have a beautiful 3 month old daughter. She keeps me going when I think I'm not gonna make it. Her name is Kassidy Lynne. She looks just like Kevin.

Since having my baby Kevin & I have a home together. Although our life looks good from the outside I go through hell on the inside.

"I said get up bitch!" Kevin said

He began choking me as he took his mouth & bit a chunk out of my shoulder.

"Please stop?!" I begged.

"Shut up bitch!"

He punched me.

The beatings started small. A slap here a shove there. Now they go on for 30-40 minutes at a time. I've had my ribs fractured. I've had my left arm broken. He's broke my nose. He got so mad one night because he couldn't get high & beat my head into the ground. My baby was in the room & I couldn't get up to go get her. I was unconscious & got a mild concussion.

I'm not allowed outside or to have a cell phone. Its like I'm in jail. I deserve it all. The way I treated Kemani & Dr. Stevens. Sometimes I wanna call him & beg his forgiveness & ask if he can get me out of here but I don't think he'll help me. I don't have anybody. Except my baby.

"Now get up & clean this shit up!" He yelled.

"Okay." I said.

"Excuse me bitch?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I corrected myself.

"I'm going out. When I get back this house better be cleaned & you better have that pussy wet for me." He said.

"Yes sir." I replied.

I cleaned the house from top to bottom. I cooked some chicken, macaroni & cheese, some corn & rolls. I put him a plate in the oven & went to bath my baby.