Terminal One

I'm a "Good" boy

Same Day...
Emory University Hospital

"Look at Lil' Nugget, gettin' so juicy." "I know right." Fatima grins. "I swear Rhonda, if I could stay at home with her all day, I would."

Rhonda laughs, "I know the feeling but after a while, a bitch be ready to get back to work."

"I agree," Fatima says, placing her phone back in her pocket. "But let me get on up to my area. Y'all are good down here right?" "Yeah girl, and thank you again for helping us out down here. You know ever since Mercedes left, it's been crazy." "I under..."

"We got an African American, six-years-old boy with a sprained ankle, broken arm, and a concussion..." Rhonda and Fatima hears...

Fatima instantly looks over out of habit realizing,

"THAT'S MY SON!!!" she ran over as her heart dropped. "ANGEL!!!" "Fatima!" "ANGEL. Baby wake up for Momma..." she stuttered, frantically.

"What happened?...," she screeched, "Fatima..." "Amanda. What happened?" Fatima cried as they ran alongside the other nurses and doctors.

"Fatima. I'm gonna have to ask you to stay here." "Hunter, I'm going to be with my baby." "Fatima." "NO!!!" "Fatima. Please let us take care of Angel, while you talk to her about what happened..." Hunter suggested calmly.

Fatima gives him a look. "I promise to take good care of him." "You better." she warns watching him rush off.

She turns to Amanda, "What happened?..." she repeated, with her arms folded.

Amanda takes a breath, then Fatima looks around. "Where are Iyonna, MJ, and Naomi?" she asked frantically.

"The girls are back at the house with Beverly, she's taking care of Iyonna because Angel decided to spray her with spray paint..." "WHAT?!"

Amanda takes another breath, "the girls were playing in Iyonna's room, Angel was downstairs with me watching a movie." she starts, "He asked me to go to the bathroom, so I let him. Gave him a time limit and everything. I went to the kitchen to check on the kid's lunch and that's when he saw opportunity."

Fatima sighs rolling her eyes, "I don't know when, how, or where he got the spray paint from..." "Probably Zac's tool shed but that's locked..." "Exactly, anyway. He got the spray can, went upstairs and when Iyonna was coming out of the bathroom he scared her with the ghost face mask..." "That muthafucka been in my room.." "then sprayed her with the spray paint. When I called for him, he was playing at the top of the stairs and slipped and fell backward." Amanda ended.

"I was able to get him before he completely hit the bottom but it was strange how he just stopped dead in the middle of the steps." Amanda stated, with a puzzled look on her face, "It was like he was being held until I picked him up."

Fatima took another deep sigh, hearing Amanda say, "I tried to call you and Zac when I was in the ambulance..." "I just got out of an emergency surgery..." she replied. "And Zac is in the air, so he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.." "That's right, he does have that flight to California today..." "And you said my mom is with the girls..." "Yes. Her and Richard pulled up at the same time the ambulance did." Amanda informed her.

"Is Iyonna ok?" "Yes. Beverly is making sure he didn't get any in her eyes...But she said she would bring her up later just in case..."

"Ok." was all Fatima could muster out to say,

Was she angry, yes. But she couldn't blame anyone for what happened except for Angel.

Considering the series of unfortunate events that have happened lately, along with her and Zac making the conscious decision to let him "fuck around and find out", everyone often prayed that he wouldn't die as a result of the consequences because no matter how much nor how many times Angel got the belt, nothing worked. On the weekends, Big Ma and Amanda took shifts on watching the kids, so Angel found the perfect opportunity to construct a plan, sadly for his own demise.