𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤 | Empire X Black Fem! Oc

Bunkie?

Now playing "How do I Say Goodbye" by Dean Lewis
9:00pm
Lucious's house
New York City, New York

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

"Bunkies dead"

Those words echoed in my head over and over again.

I couldn't remember how I got here, but I was sitting in my dad's living room. We all were: me, Hakeem, Jamal, Andre, Momma, Daddy, Uncle Vernon, and Anika.

They were talking, but I couldn't hear anything over the sound of my heart beating in my ears. It felt like I was drowning. I didn't even know I was crying until a tear landed on my hand.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" My head snapped up to see Hakeem ripping himself away from our mother.

"Keem," Jamal called, chasing after him.

I stayed put, not knowing whether to move or not. But once Uncle Vernon and Dre left, I decided it was definitely my time to go.

I couldn't be in a room with just my parents and Anika. I went upstairs to my old bedroom. The door opened with a creak.

I looked around, seeing it was untouched. A layer of dust coated my old dressers and surfaces.

I sat down on my old bed, taking it all in.

That's when I started to sob, and I didn't stop for what felt like hours. I couldn't believe he was gone.

It seemed like just yesterday he was teaching me how to tie my shoes.

After what felt like hours of clutching my pillow, I finally stopped crying, exhausted.

My eyes felt like they were bulging out of my head, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. Suddenly, the clothes I was wearing became extremely uncomfortable, so I got up, shuffling over to my old dresser.

Luckily, there were still clothes in there. I changed before getting into bed and falling asleep instantly.

8:00 AM 
Lucious's house 
New York City, New York

I woke up groggy with a pounding headache.

I wanted to go back to sleep, but the bustling outside the room forbade it.

I got up, grabbing my clothes and putting them into a forgotten bag I found in the closet.

I made my way downstairs, being met with my entire family except Bunkie.

"Good morning, sleepy head," my mom said, coming over and kissing my cheek.

"Morning," I replied, my voice hoarse and raspy, probably from all the crying.

"Ma, can you take me home?" I asked, slinging the bag over my shoulder.

"Sit down and eat breakfast first, okay?" I nodded, placing the bag by the stairs and going into the dining room.

When I sat down, all eyes were on me.

"Um...hi?" The staring dispersed, but no one reciprocated my greeting.