Love on the Brain [Quadrilogy to Me, You, & Henny]

LOTBC3.

Christopher Brown

Once I seated myself down in the cellphone booth, I pressed the square rusty number 9 that was just about peeled off and waited for my call to be connected. I was almost falling asleep finally in my seat before a rough breath caught my ears. I sat up and leaned into the booth with my head down.

"Dad? Pops?" It was Carter, he sounded nervous, shaky, and all put of breath. I pulled on my growing rapid curls and sighed.

"What's up man?" I knew Carter was holding things down, even though Brayden was older Carter always acted like he was in charge, had amazing authority discipline, and was in ROTC currently. He told me he wanted to go into the military after he graduated, which I didn't mind. I was proud of him honestly.

"It's about Levi."

"What?" My voice grew stern and almost raspy, what was wrong with my baby? Well she isn't much of mine anymore. But in my eyes she'll always be mine. I knew that since the day I laid eyes on her.

"She-she was taking a bath or something-" everything blurred from there, I fell out of my conscious and let it slip completely. "You still there dad?" He screamed into the line, my head was ringing and I was still losing myself at the moment.

"Levi almost drowned dad, her lungs got almost full of water and the baby... The baby drowned." He spoke.

That's all it took for me to slam the phone against the wall, letting the whole machine break and crack to the stained floors.

"Goddamn!" I screamed, tears stroked my cheeks as I picked up the steal chair and swung it at the glass, it busted through letting glass fly everywhere, it burned my skin and left open wounds. But what does it matter; I'm already an open wound. I was being pressed to the floor roughly, handcuffed, and crying as I sobbed up the nasty floors. "That's all I fucking had left of her!" I yelled, that baby was the last thing she were to ever have of me, and I was to ever have of her and now it's gone.

My child is gone. It was different when I made her kill my child, I wasn't a loving person, now that I have love I know how badly it hurts to have a baby die.

My baby is dead.

It had to be atleast noon by time I woke back up, I was in one of those large padding rooms, the toilet sat behind a cushioned door and the bulb needed to be changed as it twitched with electricity and flies buzzing around it. It was even harder to go to sleep after the news, so I took a small nap instead that lasted an hour.

I knew I had lashed out after the phone call, swung a chair, broke the phone, broke a glass, tried to fight off a patroller but I felt so angered. I was starting to have the complete feeling of giving up and going back to my old mind set. Fuck this shit mind set, and not I need to grow up and be responsible mind set.

Nothing was going my way, and I was uneasy about court tomorrow. I don't know how long I'll be sentenced and neither does my lawyer. I don't like talking to my therapist nor psychiatrist. They talk to me like I'm a fucking baby, bitch I'm 32 years old and been to hell and back and in hell again, I can give more life lessons than they can.