Family

Cincuenta y uno

Miami, Florida
Hours Later...

Please excuse any mistakes❤️

"This is Emily Jackson with the eight o'clock news. We are on the scene of what appears to be a possible homicide. An elderly woman, who goes by the name of Cicely as told to us, was found shot dead in her home this evening.  Police and investigators are doing everything in their power to find the suspect(s) for this heinous crime, however, no leads have been made as of yet. We'll be sure to keep you guys updated. This is Emily Jackson signing out."

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"This is Roy Henderson here on Highway 97 where there has been a terrible accident; a hit and run to be exact. Police are currently on the look out for this vehicle here on the screen. Behind me you'll see the terrible wreckage that has blocked out this highway as well as two others leading this way in the city. At least 5 are critically injured and 3 are dead from what we've learned so far. Names of the victims have not yet been released due to respect for the families. This is currently an ongoing case, and police as well as investigators are asking for the community's help and support in any way possible. We'll put the picture of the vehicle at fault here on your screens once again, and if you happen to see or know anything, please call the number at the bottom. This is all we have on the situation but we will keep everyone update. This Roy Henderson signing out."

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Across town in a rundown building, little Novah was tied up to a pole. She has yet to awaken as of yet, however, she was still being watched very closely.

"What we gonna do wit' this girl, man? We ain't keeping her for long ain't it?"

"Bossman said he got something special for her. Whatever the fuck that mean. But nah, we only keeping her until morning."

The two masked men looked at little Novah once more as she began to stir. She stopped and no further movements were made.

"I hope dude ain't on no weird shit. You know how his sick ass gets sometimes."

"Man ion even wanna think about that. His ass bet not be in no weird stuff 'cause I'll take her and put her out at an orphanage or some shit."

"Man you hell, fool."

The men laughed that comment off and carried on a regular conversation for about thirty more minutes. When that time was up, two women came in and watched over the girl.

"What you think they doing with her?"

"I have no idea, T. But whatever it is bet not be stupid."

"No for real. They sick as hell so ain't no telling."

"Hopefully they got some sense tonight. I'd hate to be the one to finally tell and get all this shit turned upside down."

The women, as did the two men, ended that conversation as quick as they started it. The rest of their time was spent talking about their own children and how they wanted to end their nights before it was time to switch out with another set of people.

The rest of the night carried on like this up until morning came. Two people would come in, watch Novah and then switch out with another two. She still had not woken up yet, and it seemed as if no one really cared. They didn't care so much that they were not yet aware of the fact that little Novah was slowly, but surely, bleeding out.

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Heyyy guyssss. It's been so long! But that's my fault🥲I missed you guys though and I FINALLY got some time in school so I'll be updating at least once more tonight! Thanks to whoever is still here🫶🏾I appreciate y'all.

And this is JUST a quick little chapter to get everybody ready for what's nextttt!!!