Chapter 13

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*Recap
When I took two steps forward I heard gun shots fired and I felt A burning sensation in my leg and my chest and I blacked out.*

*Two months later*

"Hello I see you have finally awaken."

"Yeah."

"How are you feeling"

"Like hell."

"Well were going to keep you over night.How does that sounds?"

"No I want to leave now!"

"Ok ma'am I'll bring you your release papers,and you can leave afterwards."

"Wait have my mom been by to see me?"

"Oh yes ma'am she told me to give you this numba."

"Ok hurry up so I can go home to my family."

"Ms.Lopez that's the problem we told your family you was dead."

"Wait what. You know how stupid you sound right now."

"It wasn't my plan to tell your family that-."

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHO PLAN IT WAS TELL ME WHO THE FUCK TOLD MY FAMILY THIS!"

"Ms.Lopez they told me not to tell you."

"Get the fuck out my face.", I said pissed off. When she walked out tears stung my cheeks.10 minutes later two police officers walked in.

"Hi are you Baejah Lopez?", Officer one asked.

"Yeah."

"Well you are going to have to come downtown with us no questions asked."

"Well I can't go nowhere because they didn't give me my release papers."

"We have that covered.", Officer two said.

They put me in handcuffs. I was confused about what was going on. When we finally got to the police station they handcuffed me to my seat.

"So Mrs. Lopez we brought you down here so we could give you a new identity." Officer 1 said.

"Ok so what do I have to do?"

"You would have to get a new birth certificate,new social security card,and etc." Officer 1 said.

"Ok so your telling me I'm going to have to go through all this?"I said pissed off, but I was thinking why did they tell me family I was dead.

"Ms.Lopez...Ms.Lopez Did you here me?" Officer 1 asked.

"Umma no sir I'm sorry what did you say?"

"You going to get a new make over so none of your family members will recognize you,and were going to move you maybe 2 or 3 hours away from everyone." Officer 1

"I don't understand."

"You will when your new life start ma'am." Officer 2 said.

The officers dropped me off at some hotel called Ramada plaza.I went and checked into the hotel and took a bath. As I sat in the shower thinking on how imma get out of this. I got out the shower and tried to rememba my moms numba.
I went through my contacts and seen her numba.
When I called a man answered.

"Hi um is Ms.Lopez there?"

"Yes you want to speak to her?"

"Yes sir I would like to speak to her. Thank you very much."

"Hello who is this?"

"Oh my gosh hi mom its me baejah your daughter."

"No your not my baby has been dead for two months now don't you ever in your life play like that."

"I'm not I'll send you a picture of me right now."

After that she ended the call and it really hurt like hell to have your mother not believe that your telling the truth. So I called her again after the third ring she answered.

"Look child-."

"Mo- Ms.Lopez just meet me downtown at the Ramada plaza in an hour."

"Ok if your not my daughter your going to jail."

"Ok deal."

I hung up I rapped up in my robe and layed down n took a nap.
*Hour later*
I woke to my phone vibrating I looked at it and it was my mom.

"Hello?"

"Come to room 132."

She knocked on the door and looked around for some shades I found a pair I ran to the door and opened it. It was my beautiful mother I felt tears running down my face.
"Look child are you going to let me in or what." She said with her Mexican accent.

"Yes ma'am make yourself at home do you want something to drink."

"No thank you baby sit down take off the shades it isn't no sun in here."

I slowly took my shades off and held head down trying not to look at her. She lifted my head up and cried and hugged me tight like she didn't wanna let me go.

"Baejah it is you but they told me you was dead.!"

"Ik momma they knew I wasn't dead but I need your help."

"What is it baby?!"

"I need you to get me a lawyer so I can change my name and I need to get outta here."

"Ok. You coming with me and your going job haunting."

"Ok."

*2 weeks later:

I'm working at this strip club called house of Lancaster. My mom help me get an apartment I changed my name to unique, and let's just say imma independent bitch!!!

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