An Undefeatable Love

Post: Dear Mamma

No One's Pov:

In summer of 1979, the group of friends excluding one person, stood on the porch of Ms. Hart, Trey's mom, house. It was a very gloomy day as the weather matched the vibe that flowed in everyone in who stood on that porch in conversation. 

Things didn't go as planned as they were discussed back outside that gym. Some time after graduation, Trey had completely disappeared without a trace behind him. When anyone was asked if he was seen, the few same amount of people would say they'd seen him not too long ago, and that same response was stretched until they realized that time has gone by.

Here, today, Megan, Deon, Monica, and Uncle Marcus stands outside in this breezy and cloudy day holding white lilies and a nice carved urn given to them by the morgue. 

"My baby." It's a cry in pure heartbreak of a mother who lost her son, her one and only child.

Her wails bleed through anyone's ears who heard it from the close to far distance, mixing with the thunderstorm coming in. 

The five months that were supposed to give the gang enough time to find Trey and bring him to his mom, turned short to three after finally pinning someone down for some information.

Trey died alone in a back alley behind his mom's job. No one knew he was there, no one had heard from him. The last thing people heard from him was that he wasn't feeling well, and wanted to see his mamma. That's was it. 

"Lord." Ms. Hart knees gave out on her and she fell to her knees screaming her lungs out. She yelled, cursed and cried in agony. 

"My baby!" She hugged her arms across her heart giving sign of heartbreak. 

"Ms. Hart." Monica falls to her knees too holding the urn that held his ashes.

After taking deep consideration, Deon took it upon himself to look for his old friend. He spent days and nights trying to figure out where he could have been. His bedroom was scouted from outside his window, the people he hung with houses, every corner they used to see him on, and every woman who he has a child with. 

After coming up empty handed with little to no information, Deon searched at hospitals and clinics where he could possibly. He searched every crook and cranny for the peanut head.

Still coming back empty, dread filled the air as he checked the last place that would have made sense to look at. 

The drive there was too grave that he had to bring Marcus with him to ask the questions for him. The conversation with the workers were stuffy as it felt the beautiful weather, day, they had turned sour. 

The description of a body that had been called in matched the description of Trey, and an old I.D of his matched the photo of his face that had been taken.

A Jane Doe.

That's what he was labeled when brought in. There was no I.D on him nor anyway to find out who his family was. News of him were posted on newspapers but never got a response from anyone so the morgue took it upon themselves to handle his body as protocol calls for after a certain amount of days are reached.

"Jesus." Ms. Hart wails drag on as she takes the urn from Monica's hands who is at eye level with her.

"My baby." She rocks on her knees holding the urn so tight, you'd think she'd crush it. 

"My baby! My baby! Oh, God! My baby!" When her rocking got a bit too fast, they crew knew it was time to get her up and into her home.

"Ms. Hart-"