Terminal 1

Home is where the Heart is...

Same Night....

"Ma'am. I don't think that's necessary..." Detective Brownstone said, unsettling.

"What'ch mean it's not necesserry. Sumbody don put dey hands on my Cupcake..." "And we're fully aware of that Ma'am. But I promise you, the guy who attempted to sexually assault Fatima is in custody. We just need to hear her side of the story and possibly get some evidence." "Well the evidence is rig..." "Big Ma. It's ok..." Fatima trembled, as she made her way over to the couch.

"I'll go sit with the kids..." Amanda utters, letting Fatima take her seat.

Fatima took a seat, closer to Big Ma for comfort, she took a breath trying to collect herself, brushing her curls behind her ear.

"Oh jail ain't gon be able to hold me. FATIMA!!!!" Big Ma growled, noticing the bruise that's forming around Fatima's neck horribly.

Detective Mercer stands. "Fatima, would you mind if I looked at what your mother," "I'm her grandmother boy. You don't see how old I am..." "My apologies Ma'am. I didn't want to assume..." Detective Mercer apologized.

"I don't mind." Fatima murmurs.

Detective Mercer takes a look at her forehead, then her neck, hands and arms while Detective Brownstone asks, "Fatima. I know this could be difficult but can you please tell us what happened tonight?" as she grabbed her notepad, ready to write.

Fatima closes her eyes taking a breath, as she proceeds to tell the Detectives what happened.

She starts by telling the detectives how the lights went out at the clinic and the door to the file closet shut on her.

"I didn't understand why it closed so suddenly because I had it adjourned pretty sturdy. I started to call for Dr. Jeff when I realized my phone was still on the charger by my desk." "Ok then what happened?" Detective Brownstone asked while Mercer took pictures.

Fatima gulps down, "It was dark and I couldn't see. So I started to feel my way around to get back to the door."

Her breathing picks up a little, "When I finally felt someone in front of me..." a tear escaped her eyes, "I thought it was Dr. Jeff..." getting choked up. "But it was Dr. Wallace."

An hour later...

"You have reached the voicemail Zac Taylor. Please leave a message at the end of the beep...."

Beep..

"Hi Daddy.." Iyonna says into Fatima's phone. "My miss you....mmmmmmmmuah...Mommy, all dun..." "Ok, Mommy's Munchkin..." Fatima utters trying her hardest to keep a worriless smile on her face, as she presses the "end" button.

"Me, me, me..." Angel shouts, jumping up and down impatiently waiting for his turn.

"Ok Angel," Fatima sighed, as Angel happily climbed on her legs giving them a bear hug as she lifted both her legs so that he could crawl the rest of the way to her lap.

She both loves and hates it when Angel does that because he doesn't know when to quit but she also gets a good leg and core muscle workout because of it.

"You have reached the voicemail Zac Taylor. Please leave a message at the end of the beep...."

"Daddy..." Angel says with a demanding tone followed by some jibberish toddler talk. "Otay Bye, Bye..."

Fatima laughs to keep from crying, "Ok you two, bed time.." "Mommy..." Iyonna says, "Tan we seep wit'ch you?" "PPPEEEEZZZ!" Angel begs, giving Fatima those "signature" eyes while showing every bit of his teeth that sprouted at just the ripened age of 4 months causing Fatima to stop breastfeeding early because Angel was a biter.