Big Mistake

Burning Bridges

"Don't pour salt on an open wound if you don't expect it to burn." -Yamesia

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The next day...

Paris smiled in amusement as she watched a class of fifth graders walk down the hallway to the cafeteria with surgical face masks covering their faces.

"Yes David, their classmate Aisha Morris was diagnosed with cancer this past Wednesday and she was reported to wear the mask to school. The fifth grade teachers Ms. Macklemore and Mrs. Hill thought it would be the perfect idea to show their dedication and appreciation, and to also showcase that Aisha is not alone is much appreciated." The news reporter, Wendy Houston, finished off.

Paris smiled in amusement and amazement as her thoughts on the way society has transformed was actually the same as it was when she was in school.  She was also in the same situation when she was in the fifth grade, and the teachers thought of the idea that everyone would wear the same mask as her classmate.

They wanted to show that her classmate had the biggest supporting team ever, her fellow classmates.

She was currently at the hospital with Isaac, who had fallen fast asleep a few short minutes before the story aired.

After she put Malcolm out of the house the night before, she had gone to Danielle's house to vent.  She was more angry and hurt than anything you could possibly imagine.  Malcolm was burning his bridges and he failed to realize that.

While being out with the main person his girlfriend told him to stay away from, he'd be a dead man to say he could have cared less at the moment.  Once he told Brielle he would explain things to Paris of his whereabouts, his mind quickly changed after he said his words.

Things had been wonderful between them.  The vibe was even greater, and the sex mixed in along with it was even better than anyone could imagine.  They were each other's bunny rabbits every night of the week-- literally.

Now Paris was all more confused of where things would lead from there.  But as she's said before, she was more than willing to put up a fight to claim her rightful territory.  Brielle was annexed on into their lives, not it's time to subtract their main problem.

Three knocks sounded on the door, and it soon crept open after Paris invited the person in.

"Well I'll be damned." She cursed, placing her right fist on her hip.

There standing in the doorway, now room, was her mother and father.

"Long time, no see huh Paris?" Precious questioned, antagonism pouring at every word.

Paris stood to her feet, her fist still on pressed at hips. "I'm not about to do this here wit' y'all. Not while my damn brother is lying here, ill."

"Well, maybe if he had taken better care of himself than he wouldn't be here now would he?" Isaac Sr. asked, his voice full of animosity.

"Oh go to hell." Paris spat. "We all wouldn't be standin' here right now, at each other's throats if y'all could be better parents like you claim to the media to be."

Precious and Isaac Sr. had officially done the kiss grimiest thing they could have ever done. They decided it was high time to let the world know who they really were, and by all mercy they had done it without a single ounce of regret.