Convicted Choices{Book 1} *EDITING*

- Chapter 6 -

-Helena Pov-
I called Chris for the one hundred thousandth time yet he still didn't answer, my baby never did this before and I'll be damned if I was to just wait around for his Lil ass to turn up in a alley or the back of a cab. Fuck I look like? I may be fourty but I damn sure do love my child. Chris only twenty four and I'll slap his shit up if he doing stupid shit with his life.

I even called Tashay but that bitch ain't answer, I love Tashay but when she don't answer her phone I always give her what's needed, what is that you ask? A ass whooping. She twenty two and graduated college early due to I don't even know.

Her mama my best friend, been like that since eleventh grade. Even though she stole my man from me, I'll never claim him again. His name was Michael, Michael Jordan. Chris's real last name isn't Brown but he'll never know that, I don't want my baby growing up with a man that doesn't even know I had a child by him. I just told him last month, Chris was telling me he was staring at him. That's when my heart dropped.

I hope he doesn't say nothing, Chris would be dumb to believe a stranger. His father as of right now, for the last twenty four years is Lucas Jordan. Lucas is older than me by four years. He doesn't look nothing like his age though.

Finally Tashay's phone called back, "Hello? Tashay? Baby are ya' alright?" I called concerned about my stepdaughter..well soon to be.

"I'm fine, I'm at the police station-"

"Why you at the police station? What you done did? I'll beat cha' ass Shay. Keep tryin' me." I warned, she sighed into the phone. "Mama T I'm here because I was nearly sexually assaulted. I can't contact Chris because he keeps denying my calls and my mom won't answer. She isn't home my sister says." She replied.

"I'm on my way baby." I groaned hanging up before she could get out anymore words. I slipped into my red Levi pants throwing on my black peacoat and black Jordan's. I slipped my hair into a messy tied bun before snatching up my keys and storming to my car quicker than the speed of sound.

At The Police Station
I walked in seeing Tashay with her head down staring at the floor in the investigation room being interrogated. "So how did you attend your own funeral?" A police officer whispered into the phone. I rolled my eyes, he made no exact sense. I walked over to the window staring at her as well as the detectives beside me watching her through the window of any movements.

"Why is she in there?" I asked calmly, it was quiet. No sound or movements were made in this room except the breathing of our bodies. I startled the detectives as they looked over at me. "How'd you get in and what're you doing here? I'm gonna have to ask you to leave ma'am." The man officer escorted me out but I pushed him off of me. "That's my baby." I pointed to Tashay now with her head up since the interrogators had left the room.

Tashay was exported to the outside of the room into the halls and to the front desk. She signed something as I watched intently, I walked over to her scaring her. "You alright?" She jumped turning around then tightly hugging me. "My life is a train wreck. I don't know where Chris is, neither my mom or father. They say I can't go back to my house and on top of all this I was halfway sexually assaulted. I only want Chris to see or touch my body! I-" She cried as she broke down into tears. I walked her out into the outside hugging her tightly as she cried on my shoulder.

"I just want my C-Chris." She cried sobbing all over my black peacoat leather jacket, she lucky she my baby. I patted and rubbed her back telling her it was okay. I didn't even know my damn self if I was going to be okay. Imma kick Chris's ass.

At Chris House
I drove Shay back to her and Chris's mansion, I parked in the driveway as she slept. All the crying she'd been doing on the way home I was happy to finally have some peace and quiet. I promised her I'd stay but I think Imma just go home after she fully sleep.

I nudged her telling her to get up. We walked up to the door, she put the key into the keyhole opening the door. She headed straight for the stairs, the house was untouched for some odd reason. I celled Chris again as I slammed the door locking it. His phone picked up on the third ring, "Yo." His voice shot through the phone.

"Chris? Chris, what the hell! You got this girl cryin' ova' here and she done broke down ta' me. Get'cha ass home now-" I started yelling but the phone disconnected leaving the line beeping. Did they cut my phone off? I paid my bill already.

I rolled my eyes walking up the stairs to the room to see Shay knocked out in just Chris's long Basketball jersey. I smiled turning off the light and leaving the home. Man I hope that girl don't be driven crazy by my damn of a son. That boy just too much for a caring mother like me. Imma beat his ass if he hurt her, or she hurt him. But I know she'll never do that.

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So Hey there, all the drama, drama, and more drama. But don't you like drama? Chapter 8 & 9 will be extra long so be prepared to read! Lots of drama in those ones lol.

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