ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. | ᴛᴀʀᴀꜱɪᴀ

movie night (pt 1.)

t's pov | she's awake.

monica and karen stepped out to get coffee or something. me and tasia was only two left in the room.

"what are you up to?"

"nothing, why?"

"no reason. i have to tell you something."

"wassup?"

"i um- i have to go... back home."

"why?"

"patties team message me while we were on the road yesterday, which is why my energy shifted. her tribute is in two months, but she wants me to catch an early flight so i'd have time to rehearse."

"you ain't think to tell me yesterday when i was cool? why now?"

"because im leaving tomorrow, and why does it matter when? as long as i told you"

"as long as you told me? tasia you could've told me yesterday, so ill at least be prepared."

"i wanted to wait for you and your grandmother to reconnect. i didn't wanna ruin that for you when thats the reason we're here anyway."

"and you thought telling me this on the day my niece damn near cracked her fucking skull would be better?"

"i wasn't expecting any of that to happen, but i did plan to tell you today."

"yeah, me neither. im proud of you, and i support you. have a safe flight, fantasia."

i wanted to scream. i done dealt with shit worse than this, but this shit is overwhelming. my niece fighting for her life, my girl leaving, my anger for theodore went up a thousand— im angry, hurt, and confused all at the same time. ion even know nomore.

"i'd like you to come with, but i know you have responsibilities to take care of."

"glad you know."

"where you going?"

"not to the airport."

i left the room to check on my son and just clear my head.

"heyy!"

"wassup, update me."

"well, he has a huge head like his mama-"

"aye, watch out. my head ain't the big."

"could've fooled me, but he's getting healthier and healthier every day. oh, and my mom wants to name him, but i wanted to check with you first."

"nah, we can name him."

"okay, thats understandable. i was thinking about naming him nasir."

"i was thinking billy or phillip."

"i- you're not serious."

mi am💍r: she's awake.

"i am, but ima hit you back later."

"okay"

i hung up and sighed before heading back to her room.

i heard commotion before i even entered the room.

"you can't blame me when you're the one who put her through hell!"

"you don't know anything about me or my daughters life."

"she's my grandson's daughter too wanch!"

"aye! what's going on?"

"this old hag is what's going on."

"this mother of the year is what's going on." not she stealing my shit.

they too busy arguing, not even paying attention to mariah who was hiding herself up under the blanket.