A Woman's Worth II (Book #2)

Chapter 4: Bad Blood

Ahayah

The next morning I woke up drowning in my own tears. I had been crying in my sleep cause everything from my nose up was wet. I looked around and noticed I was no longer in the guest room. I'm in my bed alone.. I dried my eyes and picked up my phone which was next to me. I unlocked it and noticed it was an hour ongoing call. I put it to my ear with a confused look on my face.

"Hello?" I sniffled into the phone.

"Wussup ma? You crying?" Jamaica spoke back.

"No, I think its my allergies bothering me and you left?" I asked holding back more tears cause I ain't wanna be alone.

"Oh well you need to take some medicine. You know how you get when youre sick. And yea I did I'm at work." She replied.

"Oh okay. Well im about to get up and start my day okay?"

"Yea. Be safe, i love you."

"I love you too." I half whispered it and wound up smiling into the phone, slowly hangin up.

When I got off the phone I got up and took a 30 minute shower. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. I hate the fact that my momma is gone. I hate it! No feeling in this world could compare to the feeling of your mom being gone. My heart hurts so bad to the point I heave and it feels like its gonna pound outta my chest.

    I got outta the shower and stood in the mirror combing my wet hair down only wearing my towel. I stared into my dark brown eyes and memories fludded through my head.

*flashback*

"You are very beautiful Ahayah. Don't ever think you're not." My mom told me as we stood in front of my vanity mirror. I had just turned 10 a week ago and now I'm at that age where I started to notice my looks. " I am ugly ma. The boys pick on my big lips, my short hair, and my forehead. They say I'm ugly. I see it." She ran her hands through my thin hair and smiled.

"You never let a man nor any woman tell you that you're ugly. Me, your mother made beautiful children. I love you just the way you are." She smiled and kissed my forehead. "As a matter of fact look. She held me by my chin and made me face the mirror again. I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear trickled down my cheek.

     "Open your eyes momma's angel." She whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and got a really good look at her. I look just like her except a younger version. "I went through the same thing when I was your age. But I ignored it and made sure I knew I was cute. Never down yourself mama." She pinched my cheek and smiled leaving outta my room. I just stood there staring at my hideous face.

     A few tears slid down my cheeks hitting the sink quietly. I sniffled and wiped them away. I flat ironed my hair for about a good hour then I went and put on my clothes. Which was, a black shirt that buttoned at the top but I left them open, some torn baggy blue jean skinnies, Pink, black, and white jordan retro 13's. For my jewelry I put on a thick gold bracelet, my favorite studs, and I did my make up.. Just a little bit.

     "Momma said you're very beautiful." I told myself standing in my full length mirror. I turned around and admired the way Im dress. Its different and it has way more of an edge to it. My phone rung shortly and I felt all around for it. It was Jamaica.

       "Hello?"

        "Yes?" I asked grabbing my keys and my black MK wallet.