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23.

Deadlock.

"K-kiehlani!.. baby, weh yuh deh?" I yell, searching every corner of the room in hopes of finding my child.
I know sometimes Lani can be sneaky, so she's probably playing hide and seek somewhere in the room.

Or being rude, doing something she knows she is not suppose to be doing.
I really don't want to go with my head- and my head is telling me that someone took her.

...and I am praying for the first time, it's just me overthinking.

"Kiehlani!!" I call, once again, my voice starting to break with tears starting to appear on the tip of my eyelids.
I quickly wipe them away and enter the bathroom; which is sadly the last place in the room left for me to look.

The door slides open and it's like a hit in the head with a rock when I see there's no sign of her.

lawd ah' mercy

My hand reaches to my throat and I sob, a searing pain forming somewhere in my body— as if I'm being beaten with a hard board, over and over.

My vision is clouded and I grip onto the counter, my sobs getting slower but with more volume.
The heart of mine is weak and an empty void is created.

The thought of losing my child is fucking me up and a clue of what to do is out of place.

'Who'd do something this cruel?' The question lingers my thoughts and I immediately start to think hard, bursting my brain to figure out what's happening or where to start.

you're pressuring yourself too much, Celest. calm down, breathe and.. call Kevaun.

I blink twice, rising from the floor then walking back to her room. Seeing my phone on the bed, I pick it up but a loud hiss leave my lips when I notice it needs to charge.

"Fuck." I curse in frustration.

I bite my nail and pace around the room.

My child is gone, my phone is dead and I do not know where to start regarding to finding her.

I'm in a deadlock and I don't know how to break it.

All of this seems so wrong.

Randomly, a gift was sent to my house, maybe for a distraction in order for the person to take my child.. but why?

For what reason?

hey.. nuh badda start cry again eno.

Honestly, that's the only thing I'm good at right now— bawling my eyes out and being angry at the world.

I sit on the edge of the couch and take glances around the room, my face holding a firm scorn, but it is then replaced when I spot a key next to her crib.