Burns & Bruises

Chapter 5 |Reunion

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Azriel Thompson
Thursday, February 30th
1:13 pm

It's crazy how quickly your life can change. The whole trajectory of your life is forcibly modified in the blink of an eye.

How one bad event can leave you heavily dependent on people who will only help so far.

It's understandable tho...

Pulling Maleek even closer to me, I struggle trying to put the little clothes he had over here in the bottom of the stroller with the tights and shirts that Tomoya gracefully gave me.

I strap him down and plug out my charging phone as Clarence raises his voice even more.

"She caah stay here nuh longer, Tomoya we barely a live and yuh waah add a big rass woman weh shoulda be able fi tek care a harself to the problems weh we have a pile up already." He shouts and tears spill from my eyes.

"She doesn't have anywhere to go Clarence" Tomoya counters while I dig through my purse putting together the little change I have.

"Weh yuh mean, har man deh a farin she more than have some weh, why she nuh guh hitch up round a fi him place. When mi come back yah tonight me nuh see har yah" He shouts and slams the door leaving the house.

Hands shaking terribly, I pull the cover of Maleek's stroller over his head as the tears become plentiful.

I just needed to get through this week. I was going to see if I could ask for a loan from the school to get me a nice little place to rent and then I would leave.

Tomoya enters the room with a frown on her face and her eyes filled with pity. She goes to say something and I stop her.

"I am so grateful for everything you have done. You wouldn't even know. May your basket never be empty and thank you" I say through tears as I wrap my arms around her hugging her tightly.

"Weh yuh aguh guh?" she asks and I shrug.

"I don't know but God will provide," I share and she smiles.

"Be careful Azzy" She cries and I nod my head before hugging her one last time.

The wheels of the stroller crush the rocky road below it. Being a difficult task for me as I journey in a direction I haven't been in 11 years.

Not even know if they even remember me or would even want me there, but I don't have a choice.

I have been calling Renae since the fire and every time it has gone straight to voicemail.

I wipe the beams of sweat from my face and take Maleek out of the stroller. Stationary at the square of my community waiting for a taxi.

A taxi stops at my feet and I crouch over linking my gaze with the driver. Fanning my face heavily, I question the direction he's heading.

He confirms the direction I want to head in and I pull at the door handle entering into the car.

I lean my head against the window of the taxi with a hungry Maleek in my arms. Tears leak out of my eyes as I am also hungry and I can only imagine how he must feel.