Favorite Mistake {Finale}

CHAPTER 2 ~ MAYA

Atlanta, GA
11:00 AM

I stacked the folded shirts neatly into my suitcase, aligning them perfectly in a row to make room for the other items of clothing I needed to pack.

I officially made the decision to take a flight back to Brooklyn and I was overly anxious for my first trip back home since my tía and cousin died.

I continued shoving stuff into the suitcase and glanced around for anything I might've missed in the process.

Checking my phone, I noticed no one had messaged me but I was more upset that she hadn't text me. But it was no surprise.

She hasn't spoken to me in months.

Who knew losing the love of my life would put me in a dark place like this. Jamila was all I knew, she was all I wanted, and I let her go.

How could I have been so stupid.....

Once my luggage was packed and accounted for, I shut down my room before heading downstairs. The house was quiet but with today bringing about much controversy I knew this was only the calm before the storm.

There were few lights on meaning my mother wasn't far from the common areas. As much as I wanted to tell her I was leaving a part of me didn't want to bring it up at all.

I wanted nothing more than to walk out of this house and board my plane in peace but I couldn't. No matter what we were at odds about, I needed my mother.

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

I wandered around the living room in search of my extra charger when a loud knock at the door tore me from my scavenge.

"I'll get it." I looked over my shoulder and saw my mother trudging to the front door to welcome our uninvited guests.

In walked Rafael with a grim look on his tanned face and Polo who followed close behind with luggage of his own.

"Whats good Raf." I greeted my cousin but he only plopped onto the couch in silence, scrolling on his phone.

"Don't sweat it. He been like this all morning."

"Fuck is his problem."

"You already know." Polo huffed, walking over to dap me up. "Anyways, you 'bout ready to dip? Traffic hectic on the highway."

"I am but Polo you know you didn't have to come with me. I'm good on my own."

He waved me off. "Don't sweat it. I'm not leaving you solo in that rough ass city. Yeen packing no heat, no crew, no nothin'. Besides, I wanted to see some of my family while we there. Catch up with them for a bit."

"It's only for a week. We'll be back before you know it."

"Fine by me. I'm down for whatever."

I nodded and finally found my charger, gathering my bags by the door before going into the kitchen to say bye to my mother. When I entered she was elbow deep in a pastry bowl, mixing up some batter.

When my mom's angry or stressed she always cooks something. Who the hell thinks to make a cake at eleven in the morning?

"Aye ma me and Polo 'bout to head to the airport." But she ignored me, stirring continuously as I stood there growing impatient with her atttitude. "Ma you hear me? We heading to the airpo-"

"I have ears míja. I heard you just fine."

I frowned. "Well can I get a hug or something before I leave? I won't be back until next week." Nothing.