A Cry For Help

I Need Help

*July 12th, 2015*

"Dayshon Miller was found dead around noon yesterday.", the newscaster spoke. I stared at the tv in complete shock. Dayshon was a chill ass dude, never messed with nobody. "His sister Dai'Shaunna, found him in his bed with a bullet wound to the head.", the newscaster continued. "The police department haven't found any leads yet. If you have any information pertaining the death of Dayshon Miller, please call 1-800-555-LEAD (5323).

I turned the tv off and picked up my phone. I dialed DaiShaunna's number but hung up before it could ring. I don't really know what to say to her yet. I got on Facebook and made a status. It read: "Praying For The Family Of Dayshon Miller. Lawd, So Many People Leaving This World. May He Rest In Peace." I'll check on her later.

My phone started ringing and the caller i.d said it was Deona. "What you doing Tink?", she asked as soon as I picked up. "Don't call me that. What you want Dee?", I asked getting up looking for an outfit. "Well you know I'm planning my baby shower. I was wondering if you'd like to help.", she asked. This child was really pushing me. She pregnant by my baby daddy and want me to help plan the baby shower. Oh hell no. "Dee, we family and all but I can't do that. Ill attend but that's it.", I said pulling out a brown leopard hi-low dress. "So you taking this out on my baby?", Deona asked sounding like she was going to cry. "Dee, I'll talk to you later.", I said and hung up.

I tied my hair up and stripped out of my clothes. I stepped in the shower and when the water hit me, I cried my daily tears. I'm going through hell. Deandre been gone too long. I still be waiting on his texts saying he outside or he wanna match something.

I washed my body a couple of times and stepped out the shower. I plugged up the flat irons and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around me and walked in my room. I dried myself off and oiled my legs down. I went in the bathroom and flat ironed my hair. I continued getting prepared for my day.

I looked at the time on my phone as i walked in Anisha's room. "NiNi, it's 8:00am. I'm gonna run and get donuts and milk before the girls get up.", I said. "Okay. Make sure you get some jelly filled ones.", she insisted. "Yea, they half off on Sundays.", I said walking out the room.

I walked outside and noticed there was still some of Deandre's blood on the porch. I'll have to clean that when I get back. The sun was shining bright but it was chilly. I got in my car and cranked it up.

I arrived at Jawun's bakery and placed my usual order. The cashier, Jayla, called out the order to the people in the back. "This order must be for Camry.". I heard Jawun ask from the back. "Yea, it's me Wan.", I yelled so he could hear me.

Moments later, Wan walked out the back holding a paper sack with my name on it. "Thanks Wan.", I said grabbing the sack. Juwan is sexy. He's dark-skinned, with tattoos covering the majority of his body. He is 21 years old and has taken over the bakery since his father died last year. I've know Jawun for a very long time.

"So how you have you been holding up lil bit?" Jawun asked walking me to my car. "I guess you can say good. I'm still surviving." I said getting into my car. "Well you know I'm here if you need me.", Wan said handing me a card with his name on it. "Thank you.", I said driving off.

When I made it to the house, I grabbed the donuts and walked up the steps. I unlocked the door to find Mariyah singing "What Is Love by Veronica Bozeman. "I can't live without ya. I can't live with ya. What goes around will come right back around, you want know til it hit ya." I smiled at my baby girl because she sounded just like me.

"Moma, you back!", Chelsea screamed causing Mariyah to stop singing and run to me. "Yay Moma got donuts.", Mariyah said grabbing the bag out my hand as I picked up Chelsea. Dang, I forgot the milk. I pulled out my phone and dialed Deandre's number before I knew it. I don't know why I didn't hang it, knowing he wouldn't answer. It just made me sad all over again.

Anisha must have saw what happened. She grabbed CheChe out my arms and told Mariyah to follow her to the kitchen. I fell to my knees and let out some silent cries. I didn't want my girls to see or hear me in pain. I needed help and fast.