Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
June 12, 2024 Parents House ~~~
"How're you feeling?"
My Dad asked as I walked down the stairs in my robe. I didn't bother responding, I just quickly grabbed my charger and headed to my bedroom. I closed the door behind myself walking over to my unkempt vanity. I turned the lights on watching it light up my room revealing my face. Puffy eyes, wild hair, dried tears, and so much agony.
I remember crying myself to sleep last night. I was in so much physical and emotional pain. I couldn't wait until I dozed off, hoping that I'd wake up to good news this morning. No, instead I woke up to R.I.P posts and Jeyln being on the run. So much for good news right?
My heart couldn't bare with the fact that Marquez was dead. I was so confused hearing all the sirens and watching the police cars up and down the road last night. Never would I ever had suspected it would be for one of my friends. I know how much Q and I bumped heads because of his relationship with Sha, but never would I ever want anything like this to happen to him. At the end of the day, this boy was practically my kids uncle.
No more Uncle Q...
That's the hardest thing to receive when I know how my Makel loved him. Hell, how much everybody loved his annoying behind. Just thinking about all the people he left behind hurts me to my core. My stomach felt empty every time I thought about Tyra. I knew she genuinely loved Q and they were working on making their relationship official.
Too late.
Then just knowing that Shamir is locked up and away from all this bullshit hurts me. I don't even know if he's aware of what happened last night. I didn't know how Sha would react, especially with it being his brother. I know how close he was with Q, and imagine going to jail for a few weeks and having to come home to your brother being dead. I don't know how anyone would receive that.
It's literally only a few months after losing his mom. I'm so hurt for him, Marquez was literally all he had.
I felt myself breakdown for the fourth time in the past twelve hours. My mental couldn't handle any more emotional distress at the moment. I felt like I was about to burst into pieces. There's nothing that I could do to ease the pain besides sob and I was really tired of it.
"Hey." My Dad came in my room, "Calm down baby, it's okay. I promise you'll be alright."
I let out everything I had left in my Dad's embrace. I felt like that little girl again who'd lost her mom. It felt like there was no one to turn to, no one to help me out. I felt lost yet again, I genuinely didn't know my next move. All I knew was I had to get my kids and I somewhere to safety before things could get any worse.
