Fatima's point of view.
Los Angeles International Airport.
11:05 p.m.
The sound of an amber alert echoing throughout the entire plane, as we were landing made my heart skip a beat. In that moment i just felt numb, and blank.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. My daughter? My firstborn missing, how did it even get to this point?
I could hear noise and people ratting on in the background but I couldn't make out anything they were saying. My phone was ringing, and people were texting me but I couldn't bring myself to answer the phone.
"Ma'am are you okay?" A flight attendant asked me, but I was just so lost in my mind, I didn't hear her talking to me, or anyone else for that matter.
"Ma'am, excuse me. Are you okay?" She asked again, but I was still in shock. The plane had finally landed, and we were good to exit, but I stay seated.
"Everyone please stay put" An officer said, as she boarded the plane, everyone was just confused, and didn't know what was going on, or why police were on their flight.
The officer went down the aisle to look for Fatima, after she spotted her, Officers had let passengers go one by one, just leaving Fatima, the pilot, flight attendants and three other officers on the plane.
"Fatima Wilson?" The officer asked, "Please tell me y'all found my child?" Fatima managed to speak up as her tears escaped. The sorrow look on her face, the way her eyes were red, and puffy. The officer knew Fatima was crying the entire flight.
"Can we get you off this plane? Then any questions you have, will be more than happier to answer them for you" Officer Lopez said.
"Did y'all found my child?" Fatima asked again but this time she asked with a little bit of anger, and the officer politely told her no, as she shook her head at Fatima.
Fatima stood to her feet, and Officer Lopez moved to the side, as Fatima wiggle herself out from the window seat, She exited the plane and the first person she laid eyes on was Cameron.
I should have been the last of this niggas worries. Why did this nigga think I wanted to see him, Fatima thought in her head.
"Are you fucking kidding me nigga?" Fatima spoke with aggression, as she dropped her belongings and flew over to Cameron's direction.
"T, chill out. You're tripping for nothing. Let m-" Cameron tried to say but Fatima cut his words short mushing him dead in his face. Cameron stood there with a swole face expression.
"Tripping for nothing? Nigga you're the reason why my fucking child is missing. Don't tell me I'm tripping for nothing"
"Because if you were actually being responsible and looking after HER, LIKE I ASKED YOU TOO, WE WILL NOT BE IN THIS FUCKING PREDICAMENT CAMERON " She continued on , as she raised her voice, she did not care she was In the airport that was filled with a lot of people.
"Ma'am I understand your frustration but you gone have to bring your voice down" Officer Bred said, Fatima slowly turned her head into Officer Breds direction, and if he knew one thing he knew not to say anything else to her.
Fatima turned her attention back to Cameron, "My child better come back to me alive or I swear on everything I love Cameron, you will be the next person in a body bag" Fatima said in a cold tone, just leaving Cameron standing there with a dumbfounded look.
He didn't understand why Fatima was blaming him, or why she was even mad at him in the first place.
"Can somebody please tell me something regarding my child? Like what's the latest?" Fatima asked.
