24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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"Where the hell did he go," I asked myself as I'm sitting up in bed worried and stressed out to the max just imagining the worst case scenario of what could've happened to him.
I've already dialed his number over twenty times, literally, and no response. Surely by now I've grown a big patch of gray hair under my scalp. I've never been so worried all my life.
Really there's no one to call. We're literally in a whole different state. I don't know anybody here nor do I know where to turn or go.
At this point I was driving myself insane. My thoughts alone were pushing me over the edge with no remorse whatsoever.
With every ring, in my mind I was begging God to let him pick up the phone and everytime it went to voice-mail, it felt like my prayers were going unnoticed. I was getting frustrated.
As much as I had tried to fill my mind with thoughts that he was somewhere out there and was okay, they were overthrown by the negative thoughts. I even thought as far as his funeral date, thinking how am I gonna make it. Already I feel lost without him. Just the thought of his presence being gone forever, it was already killing me inside. In my mind I was already telling God that if He's taken him away, then I don't want to be here. I didn't want to deal with the aftermath of him being gone, especially since I'm pregnant with his baby.
Before you judge what I've said about not wanting to remain if he's gone, that doesn't mean I don't want to be here for my son. In fact I do, it's just that it'll be like I'm gone because I know that my life wouldn't be the same, mentally or emotionally.
They say that time heals, but I don't think time ‘ll ever be able to heal that wound. No, not if the man I love was taken away, especially by an unnatural cause.
With a long exasperated sigh, I got up off of the bed, pacing the floor back and forth as I dialed his number again and still I got voice-mail.
I can't take it anymore!
Instead of wandering and worrying myself into an early grave from perhaps a heart attack or something, I decided to put on my bedroom slippers and robe to look around the suite for the second time hoping he was playing hide and seek with me, but still he was nowhere to be found.
Where could he be? It's 4:00 in the damn morning. Where does he even need to be at this time of hour?
I sighed to myself, again attempting to tell my mind that everything's alright and that he would be walking through those doors at any given moment so I went back to bed but I haven't stopped staring at the door since then. However, an hour has passed and even after the hoping, the wishing, the praying, the door was yet to swing open.
Despite the fact that I've been scrolling through my phone to keep my mind busy or even that I had laid down, I found no rest in my body. I felt troubled. I couldn't sleep knowing that Andrew's out there somewhere. I needed to find him.
