Belonging To Them * EDITED *

Chapter 2

JORDEN POV (ONE MONTH LATER)

We keep coming back to the same diner to see our baby girl. It's quite something when you see how easy it is to get a glimpse into someone's life. All you have to do is throw money at people and they'll talk.

Her co workers gave up any information they had on her as soon as I showed them a hundred dollar bill. Then her manager, he even gave me her address and phone number.

So far, I got that her name is Normani Hamilton. Her mother died in a car accident on her way to pick her up from school. Her father blames her for her death and abused her till she ran away from home at 18. She's currently in school studying Childhood Education. It's cute how she's a little and she's studying childhood education.

She thinks she's an only child, but being the tech guy I am. I found that she has an older brother, who distant himself from his family. Normani was 5 and he was 13 when their mom died. He ran away one night and didn't look back. He's living in New York now, campaigning to be mayor there.

Leaving Normani to deal with the abuse on her own. What a punk ass to leave his sister like that. But imma deal with him later when I visit him.

Being that today is Saturday and both Megan and I are off of work, we head back to the diner not to eat but to just check on Normani. Walking in not a speck of her here today and I KNOW for certain she was on the schedule to work. Megan goes to one of the waitresses by the name of Danielle. Asking her where's Normani, she says she doesn't know and says to ask Phil, their manager.

Going in the back to Phil's office, I barge in asking him where's Normani. He says that she just didn't show up, didn't call out didn't do anything and I automatically begin to worry. Where could my baby be?

I tell Megan and we both agree to go to her apartment and see what's going on. Standing in front of her door, we notice the door is open. Thinking the worse we rush in, to only be met with a little Normani.

Dressed in a short cami top with panties on that have Saturday written over the front of them. One sock on her foot with a pink pacifier in her mouth. With her hair is all over the place and so is this house.

She colored all over the walls and there's coloring pages on the floor spread out along with some toys. The tv is playing loud with Yo Gabba Gabba. She's dancing around to one of their songs.

To say I'm beyond pissed is an understatement. Like anybody could've came in this door anybody. She was unsafe. Megan walks up to her getting her attention, which startles her. She tells her she needs to be more careful about the things she do. Like locking the damn door.

"Um um. I... I sworry I.. I.. thought I did and want to color" she says putting her head down.

Megan lifts her head up saying it's okay. And that all is forgiven earning a smile from her. She looks at the both of us saying

"I know youu!!! I see you before! I thinks at the diner... y-yeah there. I remember"

"Honey how old are you?"
"He he I five!"

"Ok-"
"Wait! I go potty" she says running out the living room and into the back. I guess to the bathroom.

Looking around you can tell that this apartment is small. Like a studio.

Megan and I head toward to the back as well to look around. About to walk pass a door we're graced with Normani's presence as she's sitting on the toilet with the door opened.

"Oh baby, you have to close the door when you're using the bathroom" I tell her turning my back to her running into her bedroom while she's sitting on the toilet kicking her legs