His Change (Mystery Girl Sequel)

Untitled Part 11

Lauren pov

I woke up early, I couldn't stop thinking about Kendrick and how I hurt him. I never wanted to hurt my baby boy. I needed to start a fresh life and I realized I could live that life without him. It took August's death to realize my mistake.

I got out of bed and walked downstairs. It was like 5:15, nobody should be up. I heard talking and creep slowly downstairs Malak was talking to this girl. She was telling him how she had a good time and would like to come back. The whole time they talked they both bit their lip. My stomach started turning. It could be because I was angry or jealous, right? I mean do I really Malak? Nah, idk.

"Oh h-hey Lauren" Malak said pretending that didn't happen. "Who was that?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"Just a uh...friend" I could tell he was lying. I nodded and he hurried upstairs. I rolled my eyes and started making breakfast for me. "Hey" I heard a shy voice say. I turned around and it was Keyonnie. "Hey baby girl, you hungry?" I asked. She nodded. She sat down at the kitchen table and played on her phone.

"Hey mom are we staying here, like forever?" She asked. I slowly nodded, "maybe baby" she smiled.

"so...that's my brother?"

I nodded, "yep, his name is Kendrick, he's about to be 13" I said. "I'm 11" Keyonnie said. I nodded.

"Oh ! Hey" Keyonnie said turning toward the stairs. I saw a figured and realized it was my baby boy. "Hey" he said dreary, not sounding like he cared or gived 2 fucks. Hes just like me.

"Hey baby boy" I smiled. He tried to hid his smile and went to sit on the couch. "why are yall up so early?" I laughed. "School." Kendrick said walking over to me.

He hugged me. Tightly like he never wanted to let go. I hugged him back. Keyonnie starred but I didn't care, I closed my eyes and hugged him for about 10 minutes. He let go and quickly ran upstairs.

Kendrick pov

I CAN'T !

I WON'T !

I WON'T FORGIVE HER FOR LEAVING ME HIGH AND DRY !

I WON'T FORGIVE HER FOR NOT BEING THERE WHEN I NEEDED HER !

WHEN I SCRAPPED MY KNEE WHEN I WAS 5 AND MY DAD DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO TO HELP ME STOP CRYING !

WHEN I CRIED EVERY NIGHT FOR HER SCREAMING HER NAME AND HER NOT COMING !

WHEN I SPENT MY DAYS LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW FOR HER !

HOPING SHE WOULD COME BACK !

I WON'T !

I WON'T !

I cried and cried. I thought of my empty childhood. Having to grow up cold hearted and not knowing the feeling of my mothers love. I miss her so much and now that she's here, with her fucking daughter makes me angry but I won't push her away. I'm taking her from that girl. That's my mom ! Not hers !

A/N : YALL ALREADY KNOW !! NOT EDITED CUZ IM LAZY ASF