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No. 25 ♡

"You're so crazy," Angela laughed. "Girl, I'm serious. If Michael Ealy walked in here right now, I'd just strip," I smiled.

"You know Charlie? That man is fine! And his stroke game A1," she said day dreaming.

Oh my god, her and Charlie fucked? "Angela!" I screamed. She turned away hiding her blush.

"Well, I'm pregnant!" I said. Her eyes widened as she held an amazed look on her face.

"We have to think of names, Miss Blues," she said. "Just call me Hampton," I said stirring my straw in my water.

"What's wrong?" She questioned. Her mood quickly changed as mine changed.

"I've been through so much lately. And I honestly feel like you're my only friend at this point," I admitted.

"Girl, I'm going to be here for you," she said.

And with that I broke down. I cried for my parents. I cried for Monroe. I cried for Amir and even Pierre. Most importantly I cried for myself.

"Hampton, you just need to get home. Take the day off," Angela said.

"No. I still got work back at my office," I said wiping my face with the napkin.

I put two hundred dollar bills on the table before getting up. That's when I saw Pierre enter the café with Madison.

My body quickly stiffened as the whole café went quiet. He turned and looked my way. He started toward me with her on his tail.

"Hampton?" He said lifting my face up with his finger. I quickly snatched back. Madison smirked back at me. I didn't give a fuck anymore.

I whipped out my glock aiming it at her. Her smirk quickly dropped. "Hampton what the fuck you doin'!?" Pierre yelled.

"She killed Monroe!" I cried. "The only fucking person I really had. You took him away!" I yelled holding the gun at her throat.

"Hampton, stop!" Angela yelled. She held the gun while it was still in my hand. "Calm down. Breathe, okay?" She said.

She slowly eased the gun out my hand. I pulled my fist back and quickly punched Madison in her face.

She fell back hitting her head on the table. "That's my fucking cousin, Hampton!" Pierre yelled.

"Your cousin, your fucking uncle, and your fucking aunt going to be props to Blues. And ain't no changing my fucking mind!" I yelled before brushing past him with Angela hot on my tail.

"Angela can you be in charge back at the building. I'm going to the cemetery," I told her.

"You sure? It's going to get dark soon. I don't want you walking late at night," she said. I smiled at her concern.

"I'm good, ma," I said taking the glock from her hands. We had drove in her car and I just wanted time alone.

I held my pea coat tight to my body as my heels clicked on the sidewalk. I entered the graveyard as the same eerie feeling came to me.

My parents were buried together above ground in these concrete things. I ran my fingers over my mother's grave. Why mama? I thought to myself.

We pulled up into our gated house. Monroe talked to the guards before they let us in. It was weird for mama's car to be here.

She would either be at her book club, out shopping for groceries, or getting me some clothes.

Monny helped me out the car. "Go ahead and unlock the door. I got some stuff for the house," Monroe said.

I skipped to the to the front door. I put my finger on the little pad and let it scan.

I heard the door unlocking and I quickly pushed the door open.

"MONROE!" I screamed. I stared at my mother's body hang from the chandelier.

I dropped to my knees letting the tears flow. Monroe came running into the house and he looked up at her body too.

He grabbed me and took me outside. He hugged me tightly as I cried into his shoulder.

"I knew you would be here," I heard a voice say. I quickly turned around. "Melvin?" I questioned. Is everybody in my past coming back?

"The one and only baby," he smirked. I quickly got up not wanting to deal with him.

"What's the rush?" He asked. "You took advantage of me!" I screamed. "I was defenseless and you knew exactly what you was doing!" I yelled.

"Damn, girl. You had to be the best pussy I ever had. That's was long ago though. Maybe Amir forgot about the money, but I didn't," he said snatching me up by my hair.

I pulled the glock from out my waistband aiming it at his face. "PUT that shit down!" He growled.

I shook my head. "You got a month to give me my shit. And I want yo' girl Angela. Tell that bitch we got unfinished business," he said before disappearing into the dark.