Nothing lasts forever

Wasn't there

Chris and I were just cuddled up in bed watching Juice. "Holy shit, how'd Bishop shoot Raheem like that, Raheem looking fiiiine tho and did you see Bishop at the beginning in his boxers and his six pack damn. I can't even lie but Q looking pretty good too even Steel lowkey fiine.", I said. "Baby I'm right here", laughed Chris.

"Damn Q I guess you really got the juice". The credits rolled and a tear had threatened to fall. "You okay", Chris asked rubbing my stomach, "yeah I guess this movie just got me feeling some type of way". He kissed my forehead and rolled over to fall asleep, I reflected on today and suddenly I remembered, "Baby you forgot to tell me what you and Jermaine were talking about in the car", I shook Chris trying to get his attention. He sat up slowly with his head hanging down, "Ma is sick, T, she's sick", his voice broke and I could tell he didn't want to try. "How sick is she?", I cradled him in my arms like a baby, "she's getting worse each day, I don't want to lose her". "No matter what happens there will always be a positive", I kissed him slowly but I knew kisses couldn't take away his pain. "I'll call your ma in the morning, for now try get some sleep". He held on to me tightly as though his life depended on it. I really felt for him, his mum had raised him from birth, his father had died from an accidental stabbing two months before he was born, he ain't got no blood family apart from his ma. I can't even imagine what he's going through.

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"Hello?", Mary's voice questioned into the phone. "Hey Mary, it's me Tiana". "Tiana, how nice to hear from you, please call me mama, how are you baby", she sounded so weak and frail. "I'm good mama, Chris told me about your condition, are you okay?", "Tiana, honestly physically I feel like shit, but mentally and emotionally I'm good, infact I'm more than good I feel at peace, I'm not afraid of dying", she didn't sound upset so I guess that made me less upset. "So you're happy?", I asked her. "I'm happy, I know I'm leaving my son in good hands, please look after him I know sometimes he can be irritating and a handful but please look after him and make sure he's okay whether you guys are still dating or not". "I will try my best mama don't worry".

Today was just a chill day, I unpacked my suitcase and just lounged around all day. I was bored out of my mind: Chris had gone to his mum's and wasn't going to come back until late and Alyssia was spending the night at Jermaine's, so I was left alone. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, I sighed wishing I had some sort of company as I turned around I jumped at the sight of seeing Isiah there sitting at the kitchen island, the shock caused me to drop my glass it shattered all over the floor. "How'd you get in here?". "Your boyfriend dropped his keys while he was beating me up", he sat there playing with a knife. "Get out my house!", I shouted, stepping back. "No ones here to protect you, you're alone and you can't do shit", he hopped off the stool walking towards with the knife still in his hand. "Get out!", he closed the gap between us running the knife along my jaw gently, the cold blade caused my heart to practically jump out of my chest. "You look beautiful even with fear in your eyes, baby girl", he kissed my cheek and I wanted to gag. "Pull that face one more time and I'll make sure your face is unrecognisable when I'm done with you", the blade was now up against my throat and I cracked a smile in order for him to release pressure from my neck. "What do you want? Why are you here?", he laughed, "You raided my house twice, I've gotten beaten up twice , my shoes have been destroyed, I could go on but let me not tarrk too much". I stayed silent looking up to the ceiling wishing that someone would walk through that door. "Look at me bitch", he pulled my chin down so I would look him in the eye, "give me one reason why I shouldn't stab you right now", he spat. "I-I-I, I don't know", I stuttered crying. "Shut the fuck up", he pushed the blade towards my thigh, I had nowhere to run there was no escape. I gasped watching the blood drip from my wound, I fell to my knees clutching my leg as Isiah towered over me grinning as though he'd won the lottery. "Fuck you Isiah". I heard the front door open and close, "Baby girl I'm home", Chris called out, he came into the kitchen to see Isiah and he immediately punched him causing him to fall. "Tiana, what happened, talk to me", his voice echoed and my sight blurred. "Stay awake, Tiana I need you!", he shouted. "I'm here okay, I'm here", I stroked his face as he grabbed a cloth to hold against my wound, he carried my bridal style towards the car.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there", he whispered   as tears ran down his face. "I'm good baby, just focus on the road please". "I swear I'll make it up to you", he stroked my hand, "focus on the road Chris!", he kept rambling on and despite my screams he wouldn't focus. "Chris!", a horn blared and bright lights blinded our vision.