Cruel Passions Of The Other Woman

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Osia stepped out of the beat up Toyota Preacher made sure to give her as a parting gift. "Wait here baby." She speaks to three year old Omiro who is strapped into the backseat.

She speed walks in the direction of Kalion Oliah other known as KC's house. Preachers older brother. This was just about the third stop she'd made at about Oliah house. She showed up at Preachers apartment and he wasn't there. It seemed ever since she told him she was pregnant she couldn't get ahold of him. She hated showing up at his families house because she knew regardless of how bad her situation was they'd always have her baby father's back. And after disappointing her parents countless times, her friends abandoning her because of how toxic her relationship had gotten AND her drug habit she was just about all alone. To make matters worse she had no money, no job, just a car, and a three year old. She'd steal food just to be able to feed her baby and as much as she should've been eating she would starve herself her main focus being drugs.

It's a mystery how she's even made it this many months while being on drugs.

She steps towards the porch where KC is seated alongside his younger brother. Blunt in hand his eyes scan her before nudging Preacher in his side. "Ya baby momma here."

Preacher looked up at her wondering how someone so beautiful could let them self become so far gone. "What you doing here O?" He asks tiredly. This entire situation had become tiring. He never planned for things to get this far. What started as a sweet girl he'd met and fucked in high school had turned into something completely dark. Of course he slept around on her, hurt her feelings, lead her on, all of those things he did. But that wasn't even the worst of what he did. He often blamed himself for how she turned out. After all it was HIS party where she was given Coke for the first time. He'd turned her out, he introduced her to a new life. He even recalled her first episode. It happened during her gym period, all of the girls were in the locker rooms showering when all of a sudden she burst out into a fit of screams. Covering her ears hiding in the corner of the showers crying and losing it completely. She described loud voices taunting her, was talking to people who weren't there. In other cases it's not always that bad, some people have schizophrenia that only causes them to hear things and speak to people but hers was different. Was darker, worse even. It would make her snap, it would trigger her flight or fight. One moment she'd hide away in fear and the next she'd scream and snap as a way to defend herself against the nothingness no one else saw but her.

"I need some money." She states lowly while scratching at her arms. The scratch wasn't due to the schizophrenia it was due to the drugs and her body slowly withdrawing, craving what it's missing.

KC couldn't believe that his little brother had gotten her pregnant again. He'd heard rumors that she was but Preacher knew better than to bring her around. Oliah's didn't abandon their children, but the situation with Osia couldn't be more different than the typical ones they dealt with.

KC remembered the first time Preacher brought Osia over. Everyone including him thought she was too beautiful for him, too pure, too kind hearted. Standing before him now wasn't the smart girl with long hair and soft eyes, no her eyes were practically dead now and her hair was lifeless. Her body looking malnourished, her arms and her legs almost the same size even, the only thing big on her being her seven month old belly. He found himself having to look away because the sight could bring even a thug to tears.

"I'm not giving you anymore money Osia." Preacher grits out seriously.

Within a snap of a finger Osia snaps. "So you're not going to give me shit?! What about your son?! You don't even care that he's been going hungry because you haven't been around!" She screams.