Sug•ar Ba•by
Noun
The younger recipient (usually female)of interest from a sugar daddy or sugar mama, especially financial, platonic, or romantic in an intergenerational relationship
As I try to call Omerettá one last time, she still doesn't answer the phone. God please, please let her be safe....
All I could think about was to call Kat in the moment to help me calm down.
"Kat?"
"Hey Ange Ange, how's it going?"
"Not good...are you busy," I ask while sniffling in the phone.
"No, just about to clock out, and are you crying? What's going on?"
"I'm in the hospital."
"WHAT?!?! Are you okay? What happened?!"
"I was in a car accident and it's so much going on. I...I just need you right now."
"My God. Okay, I'm in Baltimore right now but I will be there as soon as possible."
【┘】 Later...【┘】
Not even a full hour, I hear knocking at the door and Kat's voice saying, "Angela, are you in here?"
"Yes, come in."
Kat walks in and her mouth drops from my appearance. "Oh my God Ange," she says, pulling me into a hug, as I break down crying in her arms.
"Take a deep breath and start from the beginning for me honey."
I take a deep breath and finally get myself to a place where I can tell her what happened. "Yesterday, I was coming from work and a drunk driver ran the light as I was driving through the intersection and hit me. The doctors told me I have fractures in my right arm, leg and two ribs."
"Jesus...does anyone else know what happened?"
"Yes, Omerettá knows...she came to visit me earlier. Everything was okay until Melvin came up here..."
"That nigga...how does everybody know you're up here but me?"
"Kat you don't answer the phone from unknown callers."
"Oh yea....still I feel bad for not being here earlier...continue with the story though."
"He began questioning me about why Omerettà is around and it was like...something just ticked in him. He grabbed me and kept repeating, "That girl will never replace our daughter!"
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"Grabbed you?!?!"
"Yes. Omerettà came back into the room and saw him on me and tried to get him away but he...he hit her."
"HE GRABBED YOU AND HIT HER?!?! Oh hell no!!!"
She gets up from next to my bed and pulls the gun out her purse exclaiming, "I'm going to that ole big lipped son of a bitch and that slut's trap house they call a home RIGHT NOW and airing that bitch out!!!!"
