Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

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Sage

"Sage Blank Wyatt, you are the shit. Not because anyone else told you that, but because you told yourself that. You're going to do great things in your life and you're going to work on being more independent because you can't lean on others for support your entire life"

I pushed my hair out of the way.

"One day, you'll be selling out art galleries and doing great things in your community and you won't let anyone stop you because that's your dream and you are very determined to live it"

I looked down at my feet to see if they were noticeably swollen, because they sure felt like it.

It made me realize that I couldn't even see my feet anymore.

I would be able to in two weeks though.

"What are you going to do today?" I questioned myself.

"Say fuck the back pain, the cramps, the swollen feet, and the annoying ten minute headaches and plant some trees!"

"I like how you just gave yourself a whole motivational pep talk" Bryson's voice sounded from behind me. "You ain't supposed to be cussin' either"

I sighed. "Well it was only meant for me to hear, so. . ."

"Where you going?"

I know that he had heard what I said, but I also knew what was coming next.

"To plant some trees"

"No you not. What about the baby?"

"I said plant some trees, not go to Ace's trap house to do whatever"

"You giving birth soon. Stay here"

"I'm not listening to you, Bryson. I am my own person and I'll do what makes me happy"

He sighed. "When we leaving?"

We?

"Oh, no no no. I'm leaving in a few minutes. Without you"

"What if you go into labor early? Who gone be there if-"

"Keisha and Covonte will be there, and the driver won't be leaving the premises"

"I can't be there for my son too?"

"Bryson, I'm sick of your face. Like, seriously. I went from seeing you three times a week for a few hours to having you live under the same roof as me. Now you sleep in my bed unnessicarily and you watch and dictate my every move. Can't you just leave me alone sometimes? Can I have that?"

"That's how it is?" He questioned, biting his lip.

"Don't take it personally, Bryson"

"How else do you expect me to take it, Sage?"

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"Covonte, could you please hand me the garden hoe?" I said and dusted my hands on the old pair of jeans that I was wearing.

I heard him sigh before Keisha screamed.

"Put me down, bitch" She said and I heard her hit him.

"You heard her, Keish. You ain't gotta be in denial"

"I am not a hoe"

He busted out laughing and Keisha threw a chunk of mud at him and he went silent, looking down at his shirt.

I reached for a tool myself and went back to work, digging another hole.

Keisha screamed and I imagined Covonte retaliating.

I threw a few seeds into the hole, recovered it with dirt, and poured water on top before patting it down.

I scooted over a little bit so I could repeat the process.

"Covonte, you better st-"

I felt something hard hit the back of my head and my head jerked forward immediately.

The grainy, wet mixture rolled down the back of my neck before falling off onto the ground.

"Who the fuck - sorry" I apologized and bit the inside of my cheek. "Could someone help me up?" I outstretched my hands and Covonte walked over to grab them, lifting me up.

"My bad, Sage. I won't trying to hit you"

"It's okay. I'm going to the bathroom"

"Want me to come with?" Keisha offered.

"No, I'll be okay" I spoke and kind of waddled to the bathroom.

I pushed open the door and it slammed behind me.

I ran the water and got a paper towel to dry my hair.

I looked into the mirror and I jumped when I saw someone standing behind me.

"Hey, Sage" She smiled at me.

"Laura?" I questioned. I haven't seen her in a year.

I thought she was dead.

A stall door busted open and slammed against the wall.

Eric then walked out.

Two people that had both tried to cause serious harm to me enclosed in a small space.

I felt sort of stupid for not being as scared as I should have been.

Both of their eyes trailed down to my stomach.

"I heard that you carrying my nephew. Bryson surely done had his come up" Eric chuckled.

Chills went down my spine and I began to feel dizzy.

Now was not the time.

I tried to coach myself to stop, but my breathing got ragged.

"We not about to kidnap you, but we got some things to discuss when you wake up"

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Somebody about to break Sage. . .