Consequences

34

Monica peeked around the corner to see if anyone was coming. She walked in the back door and quickly ran up the dorm stairs. She was lucky. There was no one out on her floor. She quickly opened her door and went in.
"Bitches,"
she said as she noticed people had been in her room. Her bed didn't look the same. Nothing looked out of place, so she just let it go. It felt good to lie in her dorm bed again, but it didn't have anything on the bed in the hotel she had been staying in for days.
She picked up a picture of Taraji.
"Oh, baby, I miss you. I know you have to be missing me."
She planted a kiss on the picture.
"We'll be back together soon."
She slowly drifted off to sleep.
"What's going on?"
Mckenna
asked Dayza.
"Shhhh,"
Dayza hushed Mckenna and pulled her into the room.
"She's back."
"Oh, really?"
Mckenna felt the anger rising in her.
"That bitch is about to pay."
"No, Kenna, you can't do it like that,"
Dayza said, grabbing Mckenna's arm.
"They will know I was involved. It can't be now. And how you expect to get those pill bottles back in there now with her there?"
"Look."
Mckenna pulled out her wallet. She handed Dayza one hundred dollars.
"I need you to put these back whenever you know she's left. If by any chance she tries something, I got you."
"I don't give a damn about her. I can take her in my sleep. Im worried about getting kicked outta school."
"Day, you're a senior. You'll be out of school in another week,"
Mckenna said. Dayza realized she was right.
"Trust me, that bitch isn't going to get wrong with you."
"I got you."
They shook hands and Mckenna left. Mckenna looked at Monica's door. She fought the urge to knock on it. In due time that ass is mine.

Taraji got out of the elevator. This scene had become old to her. She made it to the nurse's station.
"I got a call. My name is Taraji Henson."
The nurse's facial expression said it all.
"I am sorry to inform you, but your mother has passed away."
"I figured that much."
Taraji was sad but didn't cry.
"What do I need to do?"
Taraji spent the next hour filling out paperwork.
"This was in your mother's room."
The nurse handed Taraji a bag of her mother's possessions. Taraji noticed a thick envelope addressed to her. Her heart began to beat quickly when she saw her grandmother's attorney's name on it. Taraji opened the package and found information alerting her about her mother's insurance policies. Honey had taken out three life insurance policies on Hazel years ago and had them paid up when she died.
All together, the policies left almost $70,000.00 dollars to Taraji. There was a letter addressed to Taraji. She sat back on the couch and read it.

Taraji,
There are so many things that I want to say to you that I just don't know how to. If you are receiving this letter I have finally left this earth.
I know that I have never been there for you, and hopefully I can make up for it when I get to heaven, if I go to heaven. I have always loved you and only hoped I did the best thing for you. I wanted you to grow up in the most loving environment possible, so I left you with Honey. I don't regret that decision when I see the woman you have turned out to be. My only dream is that I could have lived to see all of your dreams come true.
I have messed my life up and hope that you will never follow in my footsteps. I just hope that you realize that I always did love you, and that never will change.
When I met your father he was a wonderful man. He got me back in school and helped me graduate. But then I was introduced to crack.
He tried to get me off of it but I was hooked. He couldn't take it and so he left. I was so angry with him for leaving that I changed your name back to Henson so that you wouldn't have his last name. That is a decision I have regretted till this day.
I am telling you this because I was so angry that I told you that he walked out on us. He didn't leave. I made him leave. He wanted to be there for you, and I wouldn't let him. You have every right to never forgive me for that. I wanted you to know that you are not an only child. Your father had a son before he met me. His name is Toni Matthews. Last time I checked he still lived in South Memphis with his family. His phone number is 901-311-1242. I encourage you to meet him. I hear he has a child. I hope that time will heal all your pain that I have caused you. I hope that you will get any and everything that you ever want in life. I love you, Taraji.
Your mother.