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𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 || 𝐉𝐚 | 19

"You did what?" Ja formed praying hands around his nose, closing his eyes, trying not to believe what Emani had just told him. Emani just sat and gave him that stare she always gave people when being lectured. "Emani, you did what?" Ja's voice rose.

"It's not like I murdered her! Why are you getting upset?" Emani shouted with a frown. "You might as well call it that, Emani." Ja paced back and forth, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Why are you taking up for my rapist? I told you how much the situation affected me. Why are you defending her?!"

"Just 'cause she dead don't mean you gon' get any better, Emani! You coulda' helped her! You coulda' ran away and hid in a room or sumn'. You coulda' did anything else but watch her suffer and tell her to burn in hell!" Ja shouted back.

"This drinkin' stuff makin' you lose yo' mind, bro'.  That—this is not you. Do you not see that? You slowly losin' yo'self to addiction. Open yo' eyes."

"Why are you defending her?" Emani squinted her eyes at him in disbelief. "Do you justify your mothers actions toward my mother like this? You think it's okay for somebody to kill someone's mother over a nigga?"

"No—you think it's okay for a grown woman, to rape a four year old who had just lost her mother? I haven't lost my mind Ja, you the one defending criminals. You must've helped yo' mom kill mines the way you defending felons."

Ja stood and stared at Emani in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she was throwing that situation between their parents at him—something he had no control over considering he was a toddler who had no clue as to what was going on in the world.

Truth be told, if Ja had the option, he would've gotten his mother the help she needed because nobody else did. He never saw the signs of psychotic disorder in his mother because she always appeared normal to four year old Ja.