Chapter 6|Truth

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Sunday, September 17th10:47 pm📍Stony Hill

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Sunday, September 17th
10:47 pm
📍Stony Hill

𝙰𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕  𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

My eyes well up with tears, and I turn away from him shaking my hands.

Tonight of all nights, my eyes search down the kitchen counter searching for my bottle.

"Mommy" His voice breaks my concentration and I ignore him.

I just need one, then we can talk about it.

I can't open that can of worms without Marion being here. I tried to avoid this as much as possible.

I was overjoyed when he expressed that he didn't care to know much about him.

My tongue can't even fold to call his name, he ruined my life —ruined me.

I have been struggling to piece my life back together and everyone around me has been paying for it.

Even in death, he has managed to haunt me.

Put me in misery...

"Suh yuh aguh just ignore mi, like yuh always duh?" I can feel his seething anger but I just can't.

Lifting my hand, I beg him for a few seconds to gather myself. "Please Mal give me a second"

He heaves a huge sigh and I walk out of the room, rushing to my cell in the room.

I flop myself down on the bed and ring Marion.

"Wifey," His voice is cheery and it pains my heart to rest all this stress on it.

But he's the only one who truly understands.

A sob leaves me and I hear his background gets quiet.

"Lay dung pon the bed Az, don't take no more alright. Is Lana and the others asleep?" His voice is patient and calm and I relax at his tone.

Wiping my tears, I answer him. "Except Mal" A chuckle comes from him and I sigh.

"Wah, the issue?" He requests a video call and I answer cocooning myself under the covers.

I stare at his handsome face...

"Wipe yuh nose Az" Leaning back my head, I search the bedside table for tissue. Grabbing one from the stack, I wipe my nose.

"Mal wants to know about—"

He cuts me off with a sigh, sinking himself further into the couch, he's lying on.

"What time you coming home?" I ask digging my head further into the pillow.

"Can leave now if you want me to"

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