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"I want my mommy" the little boy cried.
"Hush it you fucking brat, I'm taking you to fucking mom." He said as he roughly grabbed him and tossed him into the car.
"HELP SOMEBODY HELP ME." he screamed as he as he tried to run away.
He hit him and yolks him up, " I told you to hush, I'm getting sick of yo shit. Stop whining like a little ass bitch and sit back before I really have to put my hands on you." He said. The little boy stopped crying a little bit but it didn't stop him. He got in his seatbelt and was quiet the whole ride to the destination.
Earlier that day...
FATIMA
It felt good to be home but it also felt empty without the twins being home. I was currently getting the kids ready for school. I was up extra early to fix them breakfast.
I was already in the kitchen, finishing up breakfast when I heard the first footsteps coming down the stairs. I knew the sound of each of them, could practically tell who it was by the way they moved. Sure enough, it was Jazz who appeared first, dragging his feet like he hadn't had enough sleep.
"Mornin', Jazzy," I called over my shoulder, flipping the last of the pancakes.
"Morning, Mommy," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed a plate and started piling on pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I groaned at the sight of eggs.
Rhythm was next, full of energy as usual. "Smells so good, Mommy!" he chirped, grabbing his own plate.
"Thank you, baby," I smiled, handing him the syrup. "Don't drown it."
Bluez followed close behind, a little quieter but still with that sharp look in his eye. "Morning, Mom," he said, sitting down next to Rhythm and eyeing his plate like he was doing math in his head.
"Morning, Bluez," I said, chuckling at his serious face.
Then came Melody, dragging Tempo by the hand. I could already tell by his pout that something was up.
"Mommy, Tempo says he's sick and can't go to school," Melody announced, giving me a look that said she didn't believe him either.
I raised an eyebrow and turned to Tempo, who put on his best sick face, clutching his stomach dramatically. "I really don't feel good, Mommy. Can I stay home? Please?"
"Nice try, Tempo," I said, shaking my head and passing him a plate. "You're going to school."
"But my tummy..." he started, giving me those big puppy-dog eyes.
I bent down and kissed the top of his head. "You'll feel better after you eat."
He groaned but took his plate anyway.
I turned to see Musiq, sitting at the table, already munching on a piece of pancake. He looked up at me with his big eyes and grinned, syrup smeared across his face.
"Musiq, baby, you've got syrup everywhere," I laughed, wiping his face with a napkin.
"Mommy, can Musiq come to school with us today?" Tempo asked again, clearly still trying to change the subject.
"Musiq's not going to school yet, remember?" I said, smiling as I fixed Musiq's shirt. "He's staying home with Mimi. He learns with Mimi like you did."
"But me big enough!" Musiq piped up, his voice serious. "I do school like Bluez and Rhythm!"
I chuckled and kissed the top of his head. "You are getting big, but not just yet, little man."
"Yeah, Musiq," Bluez added, "you don't want to go to school—it's boring."
